unknown faces everywhere at the High school Jubilee faces which were once familiar and dear
the boy with luxuriant hair, an authentic hippy, now stands before me fully shorn by the years
yet, the distances melt away as we move through the playing fields the most hilarious episodes springing to the mind
like when the incorrigible hippy was caught smoking, never put on dock due to a happy coincidence
the very teacher who spied on the hippy was caught red handed smuggling a woman into his austere campus home
and, then, obviously a bargain was easily struck, especially as the episode came on the heel of the other
but even as the gaieties accelerate, for many, a tinge of sadness alongside, gathering strength
for while, for the most, they have traveled a happy, eventful road, that certainty gnaws: it's a road with no return
but, then as some donn the girls' uniform, play mock basket ball, they begin to feel: it's not really a one way street after all
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I think this is a short free verse more than a linked sequence of independent short poems.
Apologies for the trouble.