4.
Seemingly dead vine crawled up a
street lamp next to the school parking lot
playground,
as this is the first day of school
after long kid-summer and now
all the joys worries and woes of
school work and books and on this particular
afternoon, high winds, bright-eyed
sun shining blinding through the
windshield waiting to pick up kids
in line with all other adult cars to
pick up kids and take them
home to supper away from the pencils
and erasers, the suspicious water
fountains with murk-glurk metallic
water and gymnasiums with a variety
of mingled smells of sweat and
past cafeteria food lunches.
All schools be them here on the plains
or struggling along any of either
coastal cities smell exactly the
same, bitter sweet
pledge of allegiance
to star and bars, bubbly strand
of kid-spit plastered against
a cold brick wall.
(August 11th, 2014)
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