I remember underwater basket weaving being discussed as a joke
about
the uselessness
of college
its grey walls and quiet shores
a barrier to real life
YET
years later I want to learn
the way a dog wants to run, leap and bound
and smell the earth.
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...