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writings about
walking around
,
the prom
,
and
moving forward
.
When I walk to class,
I pass people in the hall

who sit and stand and talk
In flux with grades, friends, life,

they move like people when
they do such things. I, I sit

at the end of the hall, quiet watch,
I am lost in the throngs, the walls,

I am the move of them
and everything fades

until only the mountain remains,
quiet, it sweeps away



-s
(3/7/01)


stephen, 03/07/01

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