School Tours
At night
I like to
Scroll the earth
Go over the
Buildings and
Grounds of
Schools I
Knew and
Went to
Parking lots
Are easiest to
Find from above
Are more
As remembered
Than valleys
Streams and
Trees now
Huge or gone
The rival
Highschool
Is for sale
I can walk
The halls
Where the team
Booed us and
The infirmary
Where I napped
When I broke
My left arm
In the last quarter
Trophy cases
Filled to the glass
Where will they go
When this is
A condo and
Time is called
What is the
Half-life of isotopes
Left in the lab
Or the lifespan
Of an X-ray
In a file
The listing
Says original
Glazed tiles
I zoom in
On them as
I did lying
There waiting
For the ambulance
With you
I’m happy
I never
Played again
–Ticky Kennedy
Reclusive Poet in Residence
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NOTE
School science labs are filled with dangerous chemicals: “Nationwide, scores of individual school districts have launched cleanup efforts. Maine, Ohio and Colorado have taken a statewide approach. And more often than not, organizers find incredible things. In Colorado, seven schools turned up radioactive uranium, including one with a slice of so-called “yellow cake,” a concentrated form of the stuff used to make nuclear fuel.–Living On Earth, NPR.
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