Almost a haiku

     I am having a dream about the senior class graduating.

     It is a beautiful day

     And I am watching from a hill

     Sobbing as the hats fly off

Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.

I made the long walk

Across the plains,

through the village path

under the stars.

At long last, I came to the monastery

I watch videos of award ceremonies when I feel empty

And I look at the shiny gold

At the nice suits,

And I convince myself that 

That's me in those suits!