Blue stone sky
Could be crushed to powder
And used to make the richest pigment
You could lose yourself in its
Vastness and live another life below
Outside this world
Hands to glass
Peering in with stars looking over our shoulders
Lucia O’Corozine was 14 and living in New Paltz, New York, when she wrote this poem. Her favorite Italian word is “cielo,” meaning sky.
Artwork by Eleanor Bennett, created when she was in 11th grade. She lives in Brooklyn, New York.