Aquatic life glides across a canvas screen
and I enjoy the false magic,
because the advertisers hugging children with
plastic arms, always guarantee
a future enthrallment.
But I want to go beyond the glass that makes
Aquariums two dimensional projections in classrooms,
to finally slice the restless
waves, burying identical suburbs
under castles of sand.
I will find the white whale that protects
my saltwater heart.
Soon, the depths will procure
a gleaming token of independence.
For now I settle, with the cheap
string of pearls pressing
against my neck.
James Bowie High School
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