OverTheRainbow

i found a binder full of photos from my preschool years,

lined paper covered in neat cursive

signed by my teachers, women who i remember the names of

and not much else. their voices were warm and the house

and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply

bursting with food, we are overflowing,

uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can

we stayed up til one a.m. last night

thirteen girls in a living room simultaneously laughing at nothing

& yelling at each other to please please please shut up.

we had ice cream cake and hawaiian pizza

step outside

the breeze is blowing

wisps of cirrus cloud

the sky is blue

the geese are leaving

farewell

we say

and don't mean it

mean it please for once

the turning leaves will thank you