screaming over loud waiting
organizing attributes and timelines
sitting down more than then
neither are our backs
(we were here in pegged pants when
but there were far fewer failures then
to witness masks and textbooks dropped)
nor too precisely tired
but much more rotund and slow and dull and bent and wrinkled and filthy and gray
"these are not our children
"these people are a waste of our time"
detached from any sense of honor or duty"
Who might notice us here?
Where might we go next?
How might we know?
because we are, in the end
what and all we were then —
celebrating what has not been accomplished