an "Alpine" water
bottle floats down the river,
currents keep it fast.
Downstream crows circle
eating and diving at fresh
fish amongst the trash.
Grating on small rocks,
hard-soled shoes stir the gravel,
inspecting the scene.
Jostled by a friend
keeping the pattern of pranks,
lanky arms reach out,
moving to balance,
negotiating shoreline
obstacles, again
preventing a splash.
Questioning the day,
rowdy students ask teachers
shallow nature things.
To keep their patience,
understanding their purpose,
veteran teachers
wisecrack sunlight is healthy,
Xanadu gives tans.
Young kids look confused,
zeal saved for other subjects.
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a collection of things I have written in college
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