Matriculating 50 years ago,
the season of reunion has arrived.
I went to two high schools, and so I know
too many overall, too few archived
to render tender time together now,
so I declined attending either drill.
But I examine Facebook posts – that’s how
I’m driven to recall them younger still.

From elementary school and junior high,
I feel I know the personalities
within some elders gentled, humbled by
the breakers that have tossed them to their knees.
Perhaps I shouldn’t journalize their youth,
but he was mean and she was vain, in truth.