Today, I am thankful for you,
sitting behind me in calc class
our impromptu rendezvous--
Today, for the first time, you
mentioned middle school,
our middle school. You
were there? We must have passed
in a hall once or twice. And we laugh
at the discovery
of it, and the names of half-forgotten
former classmates. Remember?
Remember the field? The librarian
with the tortoiseshell glasses?
The 50-cent cookies, and that absurd
rule they had about leggings?
Because today, on this last day
of eleventh grade, I might have been
overwhelmed at how large the world
seems as my classmates depart
into it, if I hadn't discovered you,
your return and rhyme,
how time
is still small enough
for echoes.
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