I wish I could split a sunbeam,
not evenly, but with an erratic cut.
It would smile briefly, embracing death
with steadfast composure.
Perhaps it would not even anticipate it.
Its brilliance would dissipate quickly,
shards of light fading and bouncing off trees,
small specks of warmth dancing on the grass.
I would sift through the lawn with a vindictive passion,
eyes searching frantically for a trophy, an indicator.
Defeated, I would rise
and shoot the sun.
Andrew Bauer, 18
Neptune, New Jersey