We’re moving tomorrow and I found two poems I had written that I thought I had keyed in. I’ll key ’em in now. The first was about the shy young woman I saw heading to Aviation HS one morning. Refined and restrained, though she was obviously one of the kids, she seemed apart.
Hijabed Air Force ROTC Cadet
High school phalanx / A boisterous wedge
Tumbling Down / Off the concrete EL
Unapproachable / In stylized youth
A garden of / Performed individualism
Petals and thorns / Of hidden beauty
Instant adolescent / Fauna wilderness
In the rigid / Individualism
Is a patch of / Conformity
We’re all sad and scared about moving. I’m nervous as hell. I’ve been snapping at the kids and crabby with Ms. L. We love it here and I want to spill my guts about it, but I found these poems instead, so I’ll post them and see where it leads.