ENGL 306/406

Ten steps from the door
Slide onto a cold plastic seat
Burnt orange, earth brown, faded yellow, beige.
A color palate from the 70s seems appropriate
For a room that speaks to individuals
A tie-dye experience coloring perspectives
Sitting spiraled around the edges
We are all equal
But a specter of a spectrum
Often violently colliding.

We are a poetry class-
Would you expect any different?

It’s like late night channel surfing
Or following random links on youtube
That may be completely different
Even when created about the same thing,
Yet you can’t stop watching in wonderment.

It’s like finding out you can eat peanut butter on celery
Or you can wear black and brown if you want
Or being shocked by unexpectedly encountering your reflection;
It’s 80 minutes I don’t count or dread, but live.