bundled little boys
smoke the damp chill bus-stop air
matching their dads breaths
I stand-off a bull!
Black. Yellow. With one red ear
@ Sanford Stop-Sigh.
StopSign Scofflaw past the line
rumbles as I slow my pace.
I stand-off a bull!
Black. Yellow. With one red ear.
@ Sanford Stop-Sigh!
For those of us who
were After-Maths’ what came next
no longer recess!
The small fluff white dog
doesn’t care it’s October:
he wants to play…now!
His young girl stands on the steps,
dad-in-hand, rubs her best bud!
Skylarking is big
in the side yard when school starts:
teacher-lookin’ prime!
The years* before Black
Friday a roller-coaster
of near constant flux!
*(Once knew an “honest” economics teacher in college who, when pressed, admitted that his field was full of charlatans. They’d use all kinds of mathematical proofs to explain the ups and downs of the markets they studied, and Wall Street was a favored playground. When I asked if all those high-falutin’ “tests” could be used to predict what would The Market do next, he’d grin and gulp his gin-n-tonic and say: “Nope! Nary a oncet!” And that fact remains true today: economics is a social science with pretentions of “Hard.” They just wanna sit with the big boys and girls in Physics, Chemistry and such in the faculty lounges, And That’s The Truuff!)
The nerds and never
studs flock for safety at four
as bruiser girls cruise
Walk back-and-forth with
a too-low*hoisted backpack
and you get back pain.
*(the higher up on the shoulderblades a backpack rests as you walk, young student, the less strain it places on your lower back. I marvel constantly how I survived public education without a backpack!)
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