I man my post at this picnic table
the man walks his dog, we exchange nods, and he'll carry on
this has become a routine between bench-girl and dog-man
it didn't take long for us to litter this table with paraphernalia of todays generation
i'll sit here until the sunsets and the sprinklers come on
there's no grass here, the ground is littered with cigaret butts
attempts to fill the voids of those empty days
is this what college is?
cause i'm got getting my intended education.
i know you're not proud.
i'm not here for me.
i wont be here for long
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