What’s Left

An Original Poem by Jacob SteinEdited by Tara Kari Long days in the study rooms of Hume,Bike rides past the sewer smoke fumes,Classrooms full of sleepy-eyed students,Decals, of which TAPS saw prudent,Crowded stairwellsAnd teary-eyed farewellsThe raucous graduationsOf which the stadiumBecame Grand Central Station. Scooters and cars Jockeying for positionRacing to the barsTo exchange money for drinkOn… Continue reading What’s Left