An Afternoon at RISD

Neon green on a spiky head

Deep dark rings under a peeking lid

Arms clutching over-sized pads

in the loving grasp of charcoal-stained hands

Lines of color like a warrior's streak

Left there merely from an itchy cheek

Classrooms without desk or chair

They crouch, they hover, they stand and stare

ART IS LONG AND TIME IS FLEETING

PUSH ON, PUSH ON! WASTE NOT WORTH SLEEPING!

This is the land of me

I've been away for so long I almost forgot how it be

Not that I feel young again

Not that I feel free

I just remember me.