By Ha Tran, senior, Hanoi, Vietnam
You and I, we make love
vile. Blue summer, the sun
beats down our burnt shoulders.
We cry like cicadas,
trembling, waiting til dead
of night. In the dark rises
the ocean, foaming, never
kissing the moon. How long
is forever? We killed
the waves, shedding our shells
on the sand. Never lasts
a stillborn, hollow hour.