I feel another verse about home would be good. The bit about the
architect is great, and the snow falling on white heads ...
Andrew
On 11/04/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 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.
>
> --
>
>
> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
>
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Andrew
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