The Children of Thayer Street
with brash energy;
eyes of fire and terror.
Young. Younger every year.
A rustle in your heart,
a whisper of lost
These children of your middle years
as they smile wide and smoke and wear
self-involvement like a superhero cape
slashing red and blue
in the sunrise of their grown up pose.
You hate them just a little
and love them in a way they will never understand
until they are middle-yeared and looking
at the young. Younger every year.
As the semester begins, they swell your heart,
taking Thayer Street as their own.
On this day..
- SitRep on New Mexico - 2008