the smell of a cold breeze
reminded me of school
the fall leaves
colored by academia
fall on the grass
of Monroe Park
when football season has started
and jeans and flannels
dot the horizon
like buoys
and fast paced walks
against the racing clock
cigarette after cigarette
to make it to world cinema
201
or something
and doing homework in starbucks
and eating bad dining hall food
and getting drunk on the weekends
weekdays too
and high enough
to warrant eating
that bad dining hall food
but the memories aren't the same
something amiss
like memories of Christmas
before the folks split
or the dog died
or grandma
or whatever else
must have happened
it's school time again
but I'm not sure if I'm ready to learn