High School Remembered

High School Remembered long poem

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We were marbles in a concave pan
different sizes different trajectories
congregating in clumps and caravans
until the formation shattered
we slid to the edge or the center
almost unable to control ourselves
but certainly in a hurry

motivations and manners are lost
but the faces still come back to me
usually while I’m in a public place
suspicious of the important noises
marketing and furious entertainment
distractions throbbing like a toothache
smelling of artificial fruit and melting plastic
I spot a refugee from a decades-old yearbook
while some polite subroutine in my brain
summons up some personal fact
frames a greeting that dies in my throat
because that face is bound to be lined
like a roadmap folded often and careless
or punctuated with a chin of white hair like mine

there’s no going home and it never was home
school and its society were rarely comfortable
it was a locker-lined bus station
and we were just waiting to make connections
squabbling over seats
trying to keep the contents of our luggage secret

odd to think now that the floor was slippery
our bodies and psyches tugging us
into unexpected orbits revealing truths
that the brave were fortunate enough to embrace
while many sent those parts down dark holes
full of hot sweat that would later percolate
into rage jealousy anger and regret

but oh those faces are beautiful
that they survived my memory and came back
I fantasize these public apparitions
are the offspring of our past
little chips and flecks accreted from us
to form the next generation rushing to get somewhere
anywhere as long as they get there fast

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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