“Ode to the Atmosphere” by Justin W.


Atmosphere, oh atmosphere,

our kind atmosphere—

without you how

would we survive?

We couldn’t.


Atmosphere, at times you’re dramatic

and destructive, with hurricanes

and tornadoes flying by, sharp blasts

from Lake Michigan in the Windy City.


Atmosphere, oh atmosphere,

at times our calm atmosphere,

with flocks of birds flying

in peaceful blue spring skies.




“Ode” by Jessica S.


You carry my food,

and you’re my favorite color.

When I open you

at the bottom you are cool,

and when I open you

at the top you are

as cold as ever.

You have a very heavy capacity,

and you’re the most

beautiful thing

ever when I open you up.