We are the students of experimentation
We walk these Park Blocks knowing
We walk a fine line between sanity and genius
The future weighs heavy on our frontal cortex
How long did it take you
To look like you rolled out of bed this morning?
What kind of heavy hair pomade or wax,
Or essential oils and perfumes
Patchouli, lavender, vanilla if you prefer,
Have you applied
To remind yourself
"I am not a nomad, I belong."
Ah, college students.
We roll out of bed but we must
Preserve some semblance of normalcy.
Here, in the Park Blocks,
It is only normal to look like You,
And you alone.
I wear my puppy-chewed mocassins
And green peacoat
With a vivid coral red sweater,
A hunter green vests,
Bootcut jeans cause I hate the skinny ones.
If you looked just like me,
I would scream bloody murder,
Crimson and gold would rain onto us,
Another dimension eclipsing me,
And I would hide in the tree branches
So that i could watch you,
Or me, or whoever we are,
Watch you wherever you may be,
While we are here,
In the park blocks.
Sarah Polansky Mura