Campus Walk Alone

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I walk thru the corridors
(he has walked thru these corridors)
watch the faces thru the windowed doors
(he has walked thru these doors)
with his bag in hand,
and his hair like the sand
and his eye like the sea.

I walk thru the grounds
(he has walked thru these grounds)
and the people who chatter
(he has heard all the chatter)
with his bag in hand
and his hair like the sand
and his eye like the sea.

ah, to run deep and fast,
alone,
along the grass,
and the many-stepped paths,
and the halls.
I can remind you of a certain sweetness,
perhaps,
because you cannot know me at all.

Copyright 2016 Golden Star Poetry

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