Chad: And eventually we’ll start doing our homework.
Greg: That’s okay; it’s about the journey right?
Me: I’m not so sure about that.
Greg: Yeah. Journeys don’t get A’s!
My friend Chad and I have been in The Atlas for 2 hours now going over poems that he has been required to write for his poetry class this quarter. I don’t know how well I would do in a poetry class- with all the structure and rules! Chad is probably the most modern poetry-savvy person I’ve ever met (he has committed to memory a whole truck load of Buddy Wakefield), but still he continues to make statements like, “There’s an old lady in my class that’s better at this than me. That’s how bad it is.” But Chad’s poetry is not bad at all- and will be proven NOW.
Mirror- by Chad Aufderhar
I can only imagine what she whispers in your ear
Leaving the air thick with doubt
Leaving holes you believe
I thought I might find a way to explain what I see in you
I fall asleep most nights hoping you are sleeping too
Instead of trying to carve forgiveness
Or pound out the last letter of the word mercy
I want you to be whole
What if happiness caught you by surprise
That last warm afternoon spent with you
Throwing glass into dumpsters
To hear the echoing clatter
Their full release shatter
Our ejection seat rip cords
Pulling us up and away
It’s okay to let go
There is Freedom like victory
Not in the wake of medieval dragon slayers
Victory in line with the underdog crossing the photo finish
She is the only thing keeping you
Convinced reflections are all you deserve
No matter what lies behind—look forward
Your kindness pulled me through
Those days you laughed with my limericks
As we ate lunch against the lockers
Your simple gestures gave me value
A priceless gift I see now
I wish I could give you something
I would give anything
One more afternoon
With that old green dumpster
Leave her there
For garbage trucks to claim
With the rest of the broken glass
If any doubt remain
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