grad school in march

a doorway
a fireplace
with notes inside

the moment panic started
a quake in my ribs
the salad bar closed
the drive ranting

up nightly hyperventilating 
assignments, the project, too much caffeine
heavy emotions absorbed from         love
nobody ever proved that cold hands mean warm heart

the chill of rain
a scattering 
tiny violets on the grass
in Philadelphia it's 80 degrees

bricks in the green room
​unveiled
eons caught             in the space between     cracks
permanent marker on my favorite pants

brick walls unveiled...Photo by Dave Webb on Unsplash