Senior
year I was barefoot
As
often as I could be
Acquiescing
as needed
To
be allowed access
To
the hallowed halls
Of
my beloved Alma Mater
Flip-flops
were the compromise
Really
cool thin ones
That
fit good enough to run in
For
running was the idea
Every
day in the Quad
Barz
and I would endlessly fling
The
whimsical plastic saucer
Oblivious
Occasionally
there were disruptions
Less
serious flippers
A
throw or a few
Then
they’d fade out
As
unhindered we continued
Dedicated
devotees of the disc
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