afternoon poem, September 14, 2016



By our senior year we had learned

That you had to take opportunity

When it presented itself.

And so when those warm days

Came in late September

We judged them rare and valuable

Far rarer than any class we’d miss

By skipping out.


And we lit out, the four of us

The authorities, such as they were

Being not hard to shake

Riding on clear roads

In the middle of the workday

We found our spot

And sat by the river on sun-dappled sand.


These were the lessons

That no one could have taught us

Because no one had learned them.


This is where we set our bottom line

On what we would demand from life

What we were willing to take

And when we would just walk away.


Copyright 2016


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