Friday, August 30, 2013

POEM - Across the Quad the Ragged Frisbee Flies

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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