Puddle Reflections
June 5th, 2009 by AdminLuminous and pale, it floats over my head,
silver orb. It reflects back to me from the
depths of a puddle at my feet. It casts a ghostly
blue hue to my skin. Streetlight. I know the
difference, flicker and die. Let me see the moon.
– Anna-Mei Myers, age 15
From the WritersCorps book “Paper Dreams” at International Studies Academy
Poem of the Month: June 2009


