First Impressions Poem by Nathaniel A.Wallace
First Impressions
My school is building things in rings,
Like bus loops, or swimming pools,
Like track suits;
Function is a form of our making
Stone stairwells, wooden panels,
Or rectangular flooring -
Will it finish by the Spring? Like sleet,
Or hail,
Or rolling thunder;
Yet vapours of hidden, metal plumbing
Drains holes in natural spaces -
Where water itself
Is wandering.
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5/7/2024 4:44:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem, Nathaniel. Thanks for sharing