Two Different Views Of The Same Day

Looking Out The Library Window
by: Carly Pate

As i sit on the couch,over looking the courtyard I notice a pair of girls slowly walking towards the locker room. They are talking in hushed voices, maybe talking about someone that is on her mind. As the girls disappear into the building a teacher jogs out of the locker room. She is carrying a half eaten apple, maybe its a quick lunch as she rushed towards her next class.

The longer the lunch drags on the more interesting the events become. A group of four girls stand in a circle, preparing to play a make shift game of catch. their baseball is a large orange, and they seem to be having a lot of fun. For now. As the throw the orange back and forth it is getting constantly dropped, causing it to be bruised. The longer its thrown the more ripped up it becomes. Soon girls are screaming as the orange juice flies in their hands and faces. They soon abandon the orange and leave it on the ground. The fruit that used to bring them such pleasure is now cast aside.


An Hour Looking Through The Window
By: Alina Davis

Feeding crows,
Real estate signs line the sidewalk,
Dog walkers stroll.

Mail cars, sports cars.

Leaves clutter the ground,
Runners in warm-up suits jog by,
Teachers going to lunch.

Pick-up vans, minivans.

Abandoned bus stop,
drenched ground,
Water sprays up from passing-

VW Bugs, soda pop vans.

Now the runner has caught up to the dog walker,
And the teacher is coming back from work,
The bus stop is now inhabited.

2 bikers, sleek BMW.

Police patrol by,
And trash blows dow the street,
As Christmas trees are strapped to the top of cars,
The transit pulls up with a Santa clad driver.

Ahhhhhh, winter...