Transformations
I left my soul on campus...
Probably next to that observant pine tree
where my drama professor had me stand
for a 2 ½ hour final exam,
which was to 'be that tree,'
and I was.
Maybe I left it on my favorite bench
made of mildewed red bricks
in front of Bent Hall...
Extinguished along with the
Marlboro Menthol Ultra Lights,
crushed by my white platform Sketchers.
It could be on the 3rd floor,
north Side of the Library,
somewhere in between Plath and Sexton...
I probably lost it the first day
I discovered 'Transformations,'
or was it the day
'Transformations' discovered me?
There is a good chance
that someone has stepped on it
in the man-made rock garden...
Where a bronze statue of Jesus
once joined me for a 24 oz
Jug-o-premium-brew.
By KRISTEN ADELINE
© 2004 KRISTEN ADELINE
(All rights reserved)
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