The Milky WayThe white,
a raging river
and a deathly
The tipped cup
its creamy contents
I was frozen,
unable to stop the steady stream
from making a lake on our carpet.
I am sorry.
I should have reacted,
Created a dam full of napkins.
But instead my eyes glazed over
and my muscles remained immobile.
I am sorry for that time I spilled my milk
and simply stood in awe of what I had created.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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