What may come

He endured schooling

as a dormant volcano—

now striking dancer.

Unflowering future

Erodes the seas’ soil

soiling tomorrow today—

nips buds in the bud.

Deal with it

She brims with moxie

despite needing a proxy—

the wheel-chaired athlete.

A student’s life for me

We caper all day

we’re the young and the carefree

the parent-funded.

For a cause

With reform in mind

and a jangling mob in front

the rebel revolts.