The Ivy in the gardens at college
growing in the planters entwined within
sway with the hems of the pedestrians
walking side by side or across the lawns
the music that it makes how when and then
my thoughts as they travel forward again
go back to the same pair of legs and arms
carrying books in the shade of time
where as before they return and assess
the rituals of education less
than the education itself and past
sacrifices that are nothing but blessed
whatever it cost or came without
wanting, it makes me who I am and Not.
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