Spots on the floor, A long account of the relative success Of each of the last five passers, Cigar smoke and soap bubbles. Leaning forward. The noise clears and some children Get up from the picnic blanket. Wind gets in the microphone with the soloist, And we're taking bets On which Dr. Seuss book the salutatorian will quote. Sunlight long and mellow Down evacuated hallways.
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