Early Fall At University

They tossed a Frisbee back and forth
Out on the college lawn;
Their only labor on that day
Was jumping after mis-throws.
I watched them through a window-pane
For several hours, straight,
A book that I was reading lay
Mostly uncomprehended —

And as I watched these other guys,
Whose names I didn’t know,
I looked around me at
My fallow dorm room, new
(My roommate I had yet to meet)
And wondered if I’d ever get to know them.

A junior transfer, me, I was
Both worried and excited:
But feeling like
I’d walked into the middle of
A play, one which
The others saw a first act that
I’d missed.

Another friend came out to join them,
And he brought three cans
Of something they all sat awhile and drank.
And I was like a kid again
In still another neighborhood,
Watching another set of boys
And hoping for an invite.

Looking down, I noticed that
I hadn’t turned a page
Of Dandelion Wine
In quite awhile,
The world was autumn-ready,
And I guess that I was, too,
In my distracted way.

Another moment of my ever-long

Distracted

Way

The Power Plant

It was a very long walk…

Nature Trail

The day was hot and heavy
Honeysuckle in the air
The bees and flies were buzzing
I could feel them everywhere

And, sweating on the dusty path
That led out of the woods
I skirted by the country club
And golf course neighborhoods

And down the shell-path road I went
To a barbed-wire fence;
Behind that was the power plant
Which was, of course, immense

It sat before me, humming
Smoke and lights in bright array
Just as the shift was changing
Toward the closing of that day

I sat and watched the sun go down
The people down below;
Then headed to the dorm room that
I’d left four hours ago

Why walk eight miles in summer heat?
Why sit there by the hour?
Well, I was young and full of thought
And, I guess, drawn
To power

Power Plant