Heat, in the shade, with a drink and a parade - of graduates, blue and gold. An army sent out to take on the world. Proud. Politics takes over as the principal wields the pulpit. The valedictorian - smart and charming.
In the P.M., as the sun slowly dips, clouds cosset the next batch. Less formal and a smaller set of graduates, dressed in black and gold. At first glance less attractive in comparison to the morning glow. But this student body has heart.
The salutatorian blesses God, as her speech ends. The valedictorian tells us (them) to drive kind whether we walk or are masked in our cars. And the principal is student-centered. Oh what a wonderful man to have in charge.
Puffed chest. Proud of both graduates. Whether an individual in glorious and flowery fold or the everyday crowd, may God bless their souls. May they use all the intelligence, wisdom, charm and grace to bless the human race.
O my soul. My heart beats.
7/18/2020
Categories:
salutatorian, graduation,
Form: Narrative
There she is doing that again
Ah getting high never mends
It's all in the mind yet the mind
is currently twisted.
Suddenly it's becoming
way too routine to her.
It's like drinking orange
juice with your eggs and bacon.
Except she's frying out
her brain cells.
I worry sometimes about
her well being.
You see the guys that
she lights up with
are less than trustworthy
and they definitely want
what's under her jeans.
She's my best friend
and I love her to death.
Yet I have to ignore
the fact that she's so distant
her getting high isn't
at all consistent
She's not an addict by any means
If you ever met her in person
you'd be completely fooled
by this pretty, nice, high school salutatorian
who is currently getting excellent grades in college
I pray with each high that it won't change
any of the sober things that I love about her
Sometimes it's just afraid to see
The only true friend I know fade away
when she gets blown.
Categories:
salutatorian, friendship, life, love, friend,
Form: Free verse