Friday, May 23, 2014

The beginning of summer break


walkways are a labyrinth of faces and book bags
books and papers abound
projects in various stages of completion
groaning about the tasks to do and the limited time and energy
when will it end? are we done yet?
the pressure is high

halls are a highway in Nebraska, wide and few travelers
silence and loneliness surround
transitions ahead and goodbyes mostly said
time and days stretch into eternity
what will those left behind do? what now?
the emptiness is papable