renunion

the e mails for
the reunions are
endless. highschool.
every year, twice
a year, every week
a notice in the mail,
come, dance, drink,
we'll reminisce
about those golden
days from forty
years ago. it's usually
two or three friendly,
happy souls who had
their glory days way
back when and want
to keep it going. but
it always gets around
to who's dead. who's
sick or on their
last legs, what
fellow classmates
have checked out,
taking their last
lap around the ball
field, heard their
last late bell
between classes. and
teachers, can there
be any left. mrs. moak
my french teacher was
was a hundred back
then. as usual it will
be at the knights of
columbus hall. there will
be chicken and green
beans, mashed potatoes.
and small round women
in hairnets and white
smocks ladling it onto
your plate which is
on your tray. and there
will be stewed tomatoes
in dixie cups and milk
cartons you push
your straw through.
pink sno-ball cupcakes
for dessert. i can't
wait. well. i can
actually, maybe i'll
make the fifty year
reunion. but i doubt it.