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.
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