May 2, 2024Graduation
All the things the young will do and see
that I never will.
All the things I’ve seen and done
that they never will—the trade-off
seems fair.
I walk down the block,
the elms lined up
like they are on inspection—
“Those shoes need more shine,
Suermondt,” the sun hanging
over my shoulder as if it cares.
from #34 - Winter 2010