High school's unwitting, eclectic crowd --
sweethearts, jocks, "gangsters", A.S.B. --
had universes stuffed in it.
You can clearly picture where you'd sit
during lunch, shaded under a tree
near the bike racks; disallowed
and unaware, the future unplowed.
No one expected a baby
(or thirty), marriages, deaths, the flit
to forlorn bitterness: counterfeit
lives. Your peers had much more agency
and promise than they saw, unendowed
with foresight in a teenage crowd.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
High school's unwitting, eclectic crowd --
sweethearts, jocks, "gangsters", A.S.B. --
had universes stuffed in it.
You can clearly picture where you'd sit
during lunch, shaded under a tree
near the bike racks; disallowed
and unaware, the future unplowed.
No one expected a baby
(or thirty), marriages, deaths, the flit
to forlorn bitterness: counterfeit
lives. Your peers had much more agency
and promise than they saw, unendowed
with foresight in a teenage crowd.
A.S.B. stands for "Associated Student Body".
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