Thursday, August 28, 2008

Today

Today

I watched as the
Children trudged, shadows long
In the early morning breeze,
To school.
Off to school, the shine already
Gone, books a burden, the
Excitement of friends not
Enough to pull their feet faster.
Faster.
While the lean shadows say
"No hurry. No hurry."
The wind, cold for August,
Is sweet. Freedom seasons
Each gust; it lies bitter on
Their lips, summer regrets
And might-have-beens, the glory
of potential gone.
And it is only
The first
Week.

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