At Oakland we were asked to take separate photos of different letters
to spell out a word. After we finished that we were told to write a poem on
that word.
What’s tragic
Death is tragic
Loss is tragic
Tragedy is like a
boat without a place to go
It finds a way into
your heart and stays there, a float
Tragedy is the sun
It rises up and then
eventually leaves
A face with no smile
on it is tragic
Thoughts can be
tragic
What can we do
What can we do to
take tragedy out of our lives
We can’t do a thing
And that’s tragic
Tragedy
That’s tragic
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