Student Publishing Program ::

Brielle Ervin

Cars Fly By While A Little Boy Dreams Of Other Worlds

We sit side by side
on his colored comforter and
stare together
out the window into the dark
post-twilight grey.

"the cars pass by in patterns," he whispers
quietly we watch their dance as
the headlights flicker across Mass Ave
each to its own destination...

I tell him that within each car
there is a special story.
His eyes open wide
with wonder - how big the universe
is beyond his own little world - before
drifting off to sleep.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]