What Happened? 

Walk out the door, from seventh grade to forever...

Joy of pancakes with butter, lots of butter and maple syrup,

long gone from breakfast gone from breakfasts. 

Poe watched me walk from then to now

Unable to disconnect from Annabelle Lee

who many and many and many a year ago

showed me the rhythm method of listening

Or from Miss Bowman who introduced me to passion

Going nowhere but out and on to places in the heart

Explored by Oscar and Anais but never exhausted...

Mrs. Laney wore her glasses on top of her head

I thought maybe it was an educated thing.

I never saw her wear them on her nose

like Granny who'd never been farther away from home 

than Hot Springs and knew what all women know

who've been in love and lived to see it run away.