College

sonnet no. lxxx

COLLEGE

Jack broke to pieces the porcelain to make
What his teacher called a glitter-glued cairn
Pointing at failure.  Laura read the tabloids
Hidden in her law book.  But Phillip prospered,
Arranging notes into pixels & bytes, although
Some could say his data was a little off.
As far as god knows, Blake still mopes at the bar,
All in love with the ghosts in portraiture.
The week after graduation we drove to Lolo
And sent our degrees as paper planes off the canyon
Walls where they sank like dying whales.
Ginger was the first to cry.  That night, Jack & I
Buried his thesis upside down under the quad,
One hand exposed.  The faculty did not applaud.

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cairns glued with glitter glue