The Senior Class
Today I blew the dust bunnies from my shoes
and left the house. It was spring. Crocus opened
wide in the flower beds. The sky was bright
and blue.
I sat in an institutional room in a new university
building. The architect must be proud. From
the outside, it's grand. Inside, flat ceiling lights
and whiteboards.
We listened. We spoke. We wrote. All these
social, vital people, speaking to each other.
I wrote about how I came to be in this
solitude.
Two hours later, we exited into winter. Snow
flurried down on our white heads. We wandered
about, locating our cars, waving goodbyes. Snow
followed me home.
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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