Life Without Life

On a chilly Friday morning
Water drips off your small, statued body
Traveling , small waterfalls 
Drip onto the centered lake of pureness

Surrounded petals and purple flowers
Secured by glued, ancient rocks
When Wood Hall is pointed North and West of me, 
What is missing when I sit behind the Computer lab?

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Science Funness

Environmental life
In the science building of 
Working kids
Laughing and talking intelligently 

Classroom doors flapping open and close
Other kids whizzing by
Keeping to themselves
Yet pass a "hello" a few feet away


Both Poems Written at 4/26/02
Copyright 2002 Molly Zaloudek. All Rights Reserved.