As I was walking across the quad towards home last night, enjoying the gorgeousness that was going on up in there, I overheard two women sitting on a bench underneath a tree by the Foreign Languages Building. They work for Facilities & Services, and seemed to be relishing a break from cleaning up after us rats. One said to the other, "When we were young, we used to climb trees..."
I've been exploring spoken-word poetry with my students this week, and I was struck by how much the scene sounded like poetry.
Sappy, I know. Shut the F up.
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