september night

going away into the world ... gone for good

 

cars honk as strange elongated shadows

stretch and run from passing headlights

across a freshly painted ceiling

in a shared room far from home

 

solitude is assured by a stranger’s raspy snores

breaking the dark quiet of the spartan room

as running faucets and flushing toilets echo

from bathrooms down the hall, on other floors

 

no letter today, no call from home

faint images of  hope on familiar faces

things remembered, good-bye, fare well

always in mind but gone to return no more

 

tomorrow’s rigors beckon through sleepless dreams

the race into the future begins at eight, first class

thoughts of playing for keeps in this very real world

churn a freshman’s stomach throughout the night

 

 

 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I can understand how that could happen. Well penned.