When I was a student
I grasped the grass,
observed all the slow steps,
holding slides to the sunlight.
I was an explorer in the Congo
and the jungle was breathing,
but as time passed, creepers
atrophied to ashes
roots became foundations;
grasping tree trunks
my nails broke on concrete
Posts Tagged ‘school’
Molded
Posted by loubird on September 30, 2008
Posted in creative writing, memory, Poems, Poetry, school, society, student, teach | Tagged: babylon, experience, memory, Poems, Poetry, school, student | 6 Comments »
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