by Grace Harvey
Grace Harvey is currently a junior at Buffalo Seminary, and she is an avid lover of theater, music, and writing. At school, she is Co-President of the Harry Potter Club, and you'll almost always find her in the library or with a cup of hot chocolate in her hand. Grace does community theater in Buffalo and is always looking for a creative outlet, whether it's writing, acting, or anything else!
The picture of beauty and grace
she didn’t walk, she floated
down the street with the confidence
of a queen and a smile that radiated
in the moonlight,
she was purely
Still, three silver keys were pressed
tightly between her fingers,
sharp edges facing outward,
for she knew that some were untouchable
in more ways than her.
The Effect of Dancing in the Rain
It’s been a while since I’ve existed with the rain,
locking myself away from her proved useless.
Closed doors and windows muffle her landing,
but we all know she comes and goes on her own time.
Her presence is always known,
but not always
I haven’t felt her welcoming embrace and awakening composure in so long.
The shock of electricity
that runs through me
when I get
the clean air around me
as fresh, tiny kisses
speckle my shirt.
We exist separately
for I fear being
drenched and lost.
Even so, nothing brightens my day like storm clouds,
like a drop on your forehead
just heavy enough to know
it fell from on a leaf.
The sky lets out a long,
followed by a hot burst of light.
That’s how I know she missed me too.