June 26, 2013

Grad School

When in grad school,
I couldn't wait to leave,
didn't care 
about any degree,
neither M.A. nor a Ph.D.,

just couldn't see 
where they might lead;
nothing seemed
to take hold of me.

I knew a girl 
whose hunger for books
far surpassed
my meager fare.
It burned deeply in her eyes, 
could be breathed 
in her raven hair.

I sometimes wonder
what became of her,
if ever she sits alone 
in her book-filled room,
remembering the time
we once spent there.