Walk

It's noon time and I've

finished my drawing

class of drawing draws 

me closwer to the fellow art buddies:

Laura, Ben, Lisa.  All with true remarks

and smarts out their stark eyes and

low-hum determination.

And

after class I walk with Sarah.  I follow her

and walk distantly among campus tulips and 

construction zone on the 

pavement.

I hadn't chosen the two dollar coffee, or the mufffin,

larger than life.  Sarah and I are still

walking and we're going to make coffee

at my house.

Friday's are care-free, casual and sometimes

misunderstood, but mostly comfortable and

bitter-sweet.

Even Bonnie seems like my lover and

Julio seems a good school boy.

Ah.

We are young, are we not?  How easy going

must we seem?  We will eat Great Harvest

and we will peel some oranges.