Like the time the principal pulled
the antenna off Ned’s Beetle in the school lobby,
so he could jimmy the door, which wasn’t locked.

We were forever trying to fix
something that wasn’t broken.
Just mismatched.

Two kids walking the parks,
quiet rooms, school halls
together, in opposite directions.

Learning, the hard way,
less about each other,
more about ourselves.

separate stairways
to the next level.

Thanks to Jeff Schwaner, and (especially) Robert Okaji with his poem Staircase at Fifteen, for pushing my mind in this direction.
Image source: peakpx.com


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