sadness is light, wispy blue.
never-ending piano chords,
somber and thoughtful.
stale bread with a dash of salt
also comes to mind.
smells like the puget sound
in may,
cool, crisp, cloudy
looking like an
abandoned classroom,
or like a scene from
a post-apocalyptic movie.
alone and crumbling.
as you feel like you are
leaving a city you love.
the last glimpse you get
before you round the corner,
and
it’s
gone
Incandescent lights buzzing overhead,
peeling plaster walls that have seen too much.
My class, once laughing
bubbly and innocent
are subdued,
laughing no more.
The lingering smell of grass
and sweat from recess
gives me a nostalgic feeling.
Nervous, fidgety seven year olds.
A variety of sounds fill the classroom
my teacher’s ominous footsteps,
the nervous tapping of feet,
the occasional cough or sniffle
from one of my terrified classmates.
My sweaty, nervous hands
folded in my lap.
Test time.
sincerely paloma 