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On a Field Trip Freshman Year

on a field trip freshman year
the boy
in special classes walked 
up the muddy trail.
he
walked on the side,
balancing on the dry stones
aligning the path.
he followed some
acquaintances.
an old coat and
sweatpants with worn elastic
warmed his bones in the gray
mists. bus pass in his pocket
and a few coins, he thought
about lunch - not the rocks he
would have to climb.
his shaven head chilled with drips
from the pines above, the path 
narrowed and inclined 
between two boulders. 
he struggled up the path,
getting dirt on his 
snow white shoes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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