24! A poem about high school

Red lockers, yellow lockers
The library hallway smells like spaghetti.
Stolen art supplies.
Wasted ink and glue.
The crunching of the guillotine cardboard cutter.
The stairs.
A painted quote above them.
I loved those stairs, I loved those red lockers.
A precious locket of memories in a locked brick building.

You can’t graduate from memories

2 thoughts on “24! A poem about high school

    1. “reach for the moon, even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” which is scientifically inaccurate, but our schools best artist was told to paint it. I looked at it every day. Thank you for reading!

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