Campus in AutumnA Poem by LeaMarieOut of a stuffy classroom into second hand smoke. Brick, brick, and more brick. Flick, flick, flick of lighters Cigarette butts proliferate, in the sidewalk cracks. Rather than a quiet breeze, gossip combines with banging construction. A dirty pigeon flies by. The looming student center reminds me of student fees, high priced parking. The cost of something new which blocks my ocean view. Girls and boys, barely twenty one without hairspray, no make up, no effort, no dippity do. Anyone remember the eighties like I do? A wise old owl sits atop the science center, watching. An artist mistake sits on display, unsculpted dung. Its warm in the sun, cold in the shade. Like being on the moon. The last jacketless day. A construction worker, says hi to me. Those sexy blue collar worker contrast with cerebral and/or artsy nerds. Which is better to marry? More second hand smoke from a tattooed arm. This ex con with a fresh start makes an excellent turkey sandwich. A cockroach scurries by, the ultimate survivor. © 2010 LeaMarieReviews
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