7:45 am, East Hampton MS, Fall, 2018
A poem about otherness and memories.
The Principal recites the loaded words,
To me, they’re foreign —
Pledges and allegiances are not invoked in Puerto Rican classrooms;
Outside, leaves change their tune
(note to Self: green is evanescent),
They cling to fractal boughs,
Eating the last rays of a Summer only WASPS can afford to enjoy.