ALT Black text on a blue background displays the poem "In the Next Galaxy" by Ruth Stone. Things will be different. No one will lose their sight, their hearing, their gallbladder. It will be all Catskills with brand new wrap-around verandas. The idea of Hitler will not have vibrated yet. While back here, they are still cleaning out pockets of wrinkled Nazis hiding in Argentina. But in the next galaxy, certain planets will have true blue skies and drinking water.

ALT Black text on a blue background displays the poem "Knoxville, Tennessee" by Nikki Giovanni as follows: I always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy's garden and okra and greens and cabbage and lots of barbecue and buttermilk and homemade ice-cream at the church picnic and listen to

ALT gospel music outside at the church homecoming and go to the mountains with your grandmother and go barefooted and be warm all the time not only when you go to bed and sleep

ALT Black text on a blue background displays the poem We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks as follows: THE POOL PLAYERS. SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL. We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

ALT Black text on a blue background displays the poem Farewell by Federico García Lorca, translated by Jenny Minniti-Shippey, as follows: If I die, Leave the balcony open. The boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I hear him.) The reaper scythes the wheat. (From my balcony I feel it.) If I die, Leave the balcony open!

ALT Despedida Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto. El niño come naranjas. (Desde mi balcón lo veo). El segador siega el trigo. (Desde mi balcón lo siento). ¡Si muero, dejad el balcón abierto!