a while ago, i asked my students to write a scenery poem about any place they wanted–real or imaginary. this is my attempt at doing homework alongside them (albeit a bit late).
walking along the leaf-littered curb
on that beaten road we always did,
we were caught.
the rain sneaked up us
like the hall monitor who
used to bust us for not being in class.
but, unlike those times,
we didn’t run.
you pulled my sleeve,
meandered across the street
into the grassy park, and we sat
on a rain-splattered, metal bench.
i didn’t know,
that these times wouldn’t last.
all i could think about was you
and the cold, soaking bench
as we listened to the pattering rain.