the wrecking ball

we stand

at the fence, watching 

as the wrecking ball

swings wide and hard

at the walls 

of the old school.

throwing

bricks and wood,

steel

into piles soon to be

hauled away.

how quickly

things end.

i can still remember

the halls

of learning.

the chalk boards,

the books

and desks, globes spinning.

the education of it all,

some of it in the classroom,

but most out

behind the gym, 

near the woods at the end

of the field.

under bleachers,

in a bathroom stall.

first kisses,

first feels.

first broken hearts.

none of it seems real

as the wrecking ball

swings hard.