BC 2004So I know it's just the weather, but thirty years have passed and I still won't be attending a BC graduation. There's some deja that just won't vu.
Four years of Boston College
Monday morning spells
and Aristotle potions
drunk, the decibels
are ringing now for you.
It's time to barbeque
the fast philosophies
and toast the dollars lost
to youth. Your time is space,
discovery the cost
of all the tests you took.
Now you can write the book.
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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