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Akiva Gershan

 

The grass is damp beneath my feet,

springy with remaining rain.

The clouds are breaking on the wind,

their water sprinting for the drains.

 

Asphalt glistens, leaves are dripping,

the earth is drowsy after drinking.

I squint my eyes against the sun,

now reflected, light is glinting.

 

I close my eyes, briefly blinded,

feeling only the fresh light.

Now the scent becomes the focus,

un-distracted by my sight.

 

I clear my mind, deeply breathing,

smell freshness left behind.

The scent is clean, of rain just passed.

and new air flowing in, in kind.

 


Akiva Gershan is an alumnus from Passaic. He graduated in 2023, majoring in ITI alongside his double political science and creative writing minors. He has a love for stories, reading mostly fantasy novels but also spending time watching and participating in roleplay, through both tabletop games such as D&D and video games such as Grand Theft Auto.

Akiva wrote this poem in a creative writing course taught by Professor Susan Miller. Miller selected this piece for inclusion in WHR.