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Here are the poems:
Measure by Measure
by Miranda Paul
A butterfly might measure days in miles left to go.
A firefly may mark the nights with each attractive glow.
An angry household counts a week in slams upon the door.
A grieving mother loses months remembering before.
A scholar weighs her worth in professorial degrees.
A businessman will add up rising interest rates and fees.
The calendar may calculate our lives in months and years,
But I, my friends, will tally all the good times and the tears.
And when my sun is setting, when wind cools off the air,
My waterline upon the shore will swear. . .
by J. J. Close
My mom said not to eat it, but I ate it anyway.
That little gel-filled packet that you’re supposed to throw away.
She says it’s used as desiccant to keep the dried fruit dry,
And that if I ingested it, I’d likely lose an eye.
She says that I’ll grow lumps and bumps across my shiny skin,
A zit will sprout upon my snout, a beard upon my chin.
Two lips will grow out of my toes, a nose out of my rear,
And all at once, into the air, my hair will disappear!
So “I” told her, I’d much prefer, my fruit be served as wet,
and eating up that gel packet’s not something I’ll regret.
For now that I have eaten it, the fruit will thrive and grow;
who cares if I lose all my hair, grow lips upon my toe,
or have to smell my underwear each second of the day,
and beards are awesome, lumps are fine, and zits will go away!
But don’t tell her, I know for sure her lies are tongue in cheek,
For I ate four of them before, and that was just last week!