Class of 85
Excited bustle
What we were missing returns
Unexploded clan
Heart’s origins, simple times
Uncomplicated soul bonds
Cresting apogee
Highest point of our proud arcs
Yet farthest away
From yore’s endless sun-drenched days
When life besotted senses
Half our lives behind
Yet still yearn to reconnect
Fertile fundament
Simplest sense of our place
Roots gulp moisture from first soil
Time’s stern visage clear
Eternal shared history
Now awake within
As if only yesterday
Not ten thousand days ago
5/23/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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