A poem about B
What if we came to class and someone started to weep
Tears of blood?
Would there be some reassuring medical explanation?
However, as I drove into campus in the rain today
A truck turned right as I turned left
And the lady riding shotgun waved to me
As though she knew me.
So—just like that--I had a vision of joy --
festival, I thought, “Community!”
as the guitars bounced, cape verde rhythms--
bouncily dismounting I said HI to the nurses who
Had once been my students,
One of them saying, I’m so excited! I got a B!
Copyright © 2003 Jim McCurry