Many Mays

The grass has been cut down

it is scattered, in strange half circles

along well worn pathways.

I am drenched in the smell

of another spring,

and I listen, to all the sounds-

announcements and alarms muffled

by our laughter.

It is just another day to wait-

I am only a page away from the end,

but, we pour out, this way and that

A joyous escape.

We wait.

But, the school house won’t burn down,

today.

So we wait, under our blue sky, and our May sun

laying in our cut grass.