After classes, for two hours and a half
Mind’s numb from static words and archaic lessons
Afternoons flourish, a lazy inner laugh
Stretch with the palm trees, kick up grass and stones
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By the steps of humanities, a sepia snapshot
Of passersby and busy souls and stray pets that roam
Cars going nowhere, blue skies that time forgot
Weariness that dissipates, shaken off from rusted bones
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After class, of a day’s worth and a half
Thoughts dazed with melancholy, still wandering alone
Afternoons effloresce, a warmer fullstop
Walk with the dusty sunset, I guess it’s time to go home.