senior high

we were mighty
growing down the halls
with notes and roses
caught in the locker door
remnant haze of last
weeks party:
heard the cops came-
rushing over football fields
with sex dangling from 
hungry eyes, so we
keep one foot on the brake.
heard of those fell victim
to invincible dreams,
corridors filled with heavy
foots...we contemplated our own.
of Samantha and Amelia,
Joshua and Bryn...
heads lie still on our desks.

prom came later,
with commencement
invitations: realization
the world is upon us.
finally. cap and gown.
eyes misted for empty chairs,
but mostly for notes and roses
caught in locker doors.
revisiting first kisses
first dances
first love.
we were mighty
as fell away another year.

06-04-97

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