Tomorrow I am turning in my final portfolio for my poetry class this semester. Here is one of my favorites and I figured if I can't post it here then where else can I? Have a great Monday!
after school
3:01
was the real start of the day
When
blue plastic chairs are placed on top of desks
That
will one day be too small to sit on
In
only a few years.
Just
close your eyes
A
chair is more than just a chair
It’s
Cabins. Mansions. Shacks.
All
of the real estate you could ever want
Right
in front of you and
Ready
to be imagined
Under
layers of blankets.
Pretend
fairy-tale weddings
Are
now too-real divorces.
“I
have to go, but we’ll talk later”
Is
the new script.
The
golden age of living in castles
Doesn’t
last long enough.
Parents
always said life would be easier as adults.
What
liars.
Maybe
when the the grandkids come
That
mind will return
But
for now,
A
tent is just a chair.
And
a pile of blankets.
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