Click photo to enlarge. The guy at left behind podium, the one in an aura of light? The student body president. He's also wearing one of the red-and-white football jerseys. We were a serious couple that year and for two years in college. He died in 1998 of a heart attack. I may write about him in the next week prior to the upcoming reunion. If not now, later.
See related post for background on poem.
The Reunion
Our colors whipped red and white,
the married assistant coach
preferred high school virgins,
chili dripped from an exit sign
in the cafeteria
after the food fight
and I was a chrysalis
plotting escape.
Pompon mothers will be there
cheering "yuppie" in place of
"yipp-ee"
ten years later
and paunchy jocks,
punting questions about divorce,
will guzzle scotch instead of beer.
They'll forget that their
most-likely-to-succeed
stoned on acid
killed his twin brother
the star quarterback
caught a grenade
in Vietnam
the girl who won best body
vanished after the pomp,
and circumstance produced
a butterfly.
© MLM "Lydia" 1979
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