In the hills
At the evergreen college
The way home
That could have been
Spiraling up through
A trail through the bushes
Beside its lake
Collegiates walk about
In their finery
Cataloguing them as dwellers
And augurs of their reality
Where they wrote it as
Notes in scraps of paper
To pass it along and share
With each other grand idea
Of absolute unity

As a scholar would
To the evergreen college
Sequestered in grey woods
Be admitted
To a jungle
Of demographics
New wave hookers
Vaporous smokers puffing
And street lights above
Shining as second suns
To a second son
Of sidewalk scavengers
Who sing songs
Stalk some
And linger around libraries

To any path
At the evergreen college
Never would it die for
Any one individual
It’s a community
Of knowledge and ignorant
Bearers sitting side
By side at the steps
To main hall
Or to go out for lunch
After a long walk
Somewhere in that
Grey jungle of buildings
Where angels and voyagers
Try to discipline students
That this is not the place to be

To learn and live within
At the evergreen college
In fields and treehouses
For extra credit
Or make art to express
And impress geoducklings
In a gallery tended
By few who care
To keep alive and satisfy
This raw craving to paint
Write or draw
On the walls
Displayed with intern’s help
The life in the grey woods
And how incredible
It can be to anyone
Who takes any path
And actually accepts it

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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