Poems That I Form

Bonny Doon

I don't remember much,
Just that I loved to read,
My hair was a normal color,
And I didn't have glasses.

I visited my old school yesterday,
The teachers tired but dressed in costumes,
The library in a different order than I remembered,
And more than half of the familiar faces are gone.
I stepped there with a friend who held my hand the whole time,
I was too scared to let go of her for some reason.

I told her stories of retreating to the garden,
My teacher giving me my new name,
The two different playgrounds
With stumps of redwood everywhere.
Generators invades our ears,
The power is out up there too.

I cried in the library.
It was too different.
Too similar.
A new librarian was there as well,
But I don't know or like him.
I want the old one back.

I had to leave after touring the school again.
I couldn't handle the change.
I talked with my old first-grade teacher,
She asked me,
"Who were your teachers?"
I gave her a list.
She gave me a sad smile.

"Only two left."