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Monday, 7:50 a.m.

Oct 12 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

Up the hill
I see everyone’s backs
as they trudge up the incline,
the first wave straggling toward class.
Ragged movements, deflated by football
the loss of pride, the dejection of Monday.
Zombies rambling, all in the same direction
for no undead ever turns back;
once we die, ever headed in the same direction.
There is someone at their next stopping point,
valiantly trying to teach physics or English
at 8 a.m. on a Monday. Rough gig, but noble.
The zombies will not notice the nobility,
or become self-aware of their raggedness.
at least, not today.

Down the hill
A little brighter in the sky
A little heavier of breath.
A clear anomaly in the pattern:
Everyone is walking toward me, now
more casual, acknowledging tardiness
as a reality, not a possibility.
Some smile at my huffing and puffing,
some avert their eyes, shameful of something.
I am not a billboard model, nor even
particularly in shape;
and so I wonder what averts their eyes?
I can think of a dozen reasons,
many of which a woman should not have to worry about.
Alas, the darkness of the world still stings.
But the brightness: a man laughs, remembering-
a woman smiles, encouraged;
a friend high-fives.
These are not zombies;
although the world would make them so.
We take in the world as we must,
some defensively, some artistically,
some excitedly, some compulsively.
So we fight zombies not outside us,
but within us.

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Language Learning

Oct 12 2013 Published by under Uncategorized

There are languages I cannot speak
foreign ones with aspirated sounds
body language of the bench presser
the warp and flow of time passing.
Some syllables to be parsed aloud,
others bent shapes to be written;
yet more to be lived in, flannel shirts
worked out with fear and trembling.
This great, awe-inspiring awareness
that I have always wanted controls
yet the world rages about, unkempt
and unkept by my petty young feats;
This selfishness penned me in
to a single world, a tree in brush
but only brush in a haughty sight.
These languages rattle in my mind
and I laugh at myself and in joy:
how could I have only wanted one?
a whole whirling world to wander,
yet infinite languages to ponder,
signs and wonders and new words,
signs and wonders and new worlds.

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