← v7n1, Spring 2008
Poetry · Volume 7, Number 1

Esto Absoluta

Despite the hallway lined with a hundred years

of girls framed in graduation white‚

they can allow themselves to imagine the detritus

of classrooms‚ laboratories—beakers and vials—

mingling with leaf dust‚ and wasps passing

unhurried through the windows’ paneless grid

to nest in the halls’ mute bells. Rain comes in‚

snow‚ then slower ivy in dusky air. Pigeons‚

ubiquitous‚ whose placid voices have long

accompanied such dreaming‚ enter their rooms

as though enrolled‚ resigned to the girls’ fate‚

to the blackboard’s chalky refusals—latent equations‚

declensions‚ proofs—all their failed erasures.