Do you see us topple, again
Do you see us topple, again
when we promise never to walk down that road,
again?
Give me a new song and sign
that doesn’t meander down trails I care not to backtrack:
memories pounded into my head?
into light;
I scurry into the shadows.
Campus morn
Dried blood brick and amber leaves petrify in memory,
White oaks mirror a horizon-hung sun blinding
Aldersgate glistens in algae-ic glow
and the cupola scrutinizes the grounds
festooned in frosty, sapphire shadows
while violet, autumn ghosts polish
campus concrete to a pasty panache.