To be forty-eight
The weight of days mark the body
Signs of time spent
Reunions must be unsettling
And mirrors alarming
They're reminders of this body
Holding thoughts, repeating daily motions
Seeing old friends
What do they think?
How have we changed?
Are memories the only link?
So many ways to spend a life
Sometimes its easy to forget to look up
-Kim
Children who are called scholars
sit in desks and listen to the teacher
who explains her whole name is
her identity and it is important.
On the way to the building
the street smells like many-day
old fish and their are iron shields
over the shops.
Inside the building, the walls
are green and yellow. From
my small seat the
evaluated train rattles.
Maybe I will come back
here.
-Hannah
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