Clever

You wondered where I went
Still in my compression stocks
And cigarettes left
By the bed

Some days I would wander as a cloud
Through the University
To feel what it's like
To be clever

The trickle-down of the golden sun
Through the maples
The wise young people
Cross-legged on the lawns

With their books and their bags
And their mailing selfies back home
The fast music loud from
Dance food stalls and coffee vans

In the long stone halls
To gargoyles with mona lisa smiles
I would practice my
Bestest Latin

Quid discimus
Quid nobis
Cum autem Sol est
Sempiternus

This poem appears in


Wire Walkers

Pass it Along

© Brendan Bonsack
April 2015