| Mt. Pleasant Memories By SM Fishman 5/01 Yes, perhaps it was scandalous. I knew. You knew. We knew. You'd say something to me and give me that extra long look. I knew. Brushing up beside me your hand in mine momentarily, our surrounding company oblivious, but you knew. And when we were finally alone, the intimate separation the excitement of knowing what had happened between us only hours earlier (what a rush!) was slowly faded out in one way, but not in another. Pieces By SM Fishman 4/20/01 Torn into pieces, scattered away, the decisions I need to make. Gathering myself up, slowly looking at what's on deck, I take a moment of personal peace. I know I have won, I think of you and put your puzzle piece in my panoramic heart. Relationship Rationale By SM Fishman 7/28/01 You think I'm not paying attention, that I don't really care lazier-faire. Maybe you're right, but I know what I am doing and what you are thinking. Some things are arranged, predetermined, a sort of (manifest) destiny. It's not that I don't care, I truly do. Remember always, its me – not you. Before the cardboard By SM Fishman 7/28/01 Here I am at a standstill, the last page of this pad of paper, trying to convey some sort of thought provoking poem that will leave you reflecting on what I wrote and how it some how relates to your so called life. And sometimes we are on different pages, separated by blue lines, divided by parameters and manufacturers specifications. Here we are though. Perhaps at an ending, but I will never forget the memories we created. Thank you for your patronage. Today's outdoor library By SM Fishman 7/28/01 I look next to the big blue dumpster and see a small box of books thrown away. I pick up a New Testament, written in Chinese. Next to that, War and Peace. Emerson's thoughts and essays lay near-by , rippled by last nights rain. At least someone had enough respect not to throw them away…but aside. |
| Mt. Pleasant is where the University of Central Michigan is.....I was only there once, but it was well worth it. |
| This one is a true story. |