up the old yearbook,
to peruse the names and photos.
everyone
is still young,
in black and white
the drama
club,
the football team,
there's Mr. Reber
at the black board with
chalk in hand.
Coach Lamb
on field
with fury in his eyes,
Penny,
captain of the cheer squad
jumping
high on
the track with pom poms
in her hand.
Rick, president of the class,
studious in
his new suit.
Angela,
leader of the pack.
Joe,
the funniest,
his eyes wide and laughing,
Tammy,
most likely to succeed
looking
smart and angelic in her
white skirt,
a mini.
no one has
changed.
not a single one.
even me,
despite the hair down
to my shoulders,
and bell bottom jeans,
skinny
as a rail.
with no accomplishments
under my name.
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