Hot August Poem by anais vionet
Hot August
In hot August I'll make my departure,
the trembling freshman imposter,
to dance with unknown partners,
in our quests to join the rosters
of future scholars and doctors.
Like Columbus I'll journey not knowing
exactly where I am going -
and like our brave-foolish captain I'm hoping
that the planned years of furious rowing,
will deliver me to where (I think) I am going.
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