The Tile Tale

The greenish blue hue of the tile reminded me of the ocean water. It was better to be here, in her arms at night, rather than stinking up the deck with America’s finest. Education didn’t matter to my grandfather or those before him. I guess that’s why I joined the Navy, and partly why I quit. It’s ironic, I think they would say, how I am now a part of constructing this building where so many minds will learn. For me, it’s like my body learns here – my feet readjust to land, tile, wood, cement –  the not the plank or the poop deck. But maybe more than my feet can tread these mew waters. I think we bring in desks tomorrow, once the floor has dried. Maybe I could sit at one.


~ by lbm31 on January 7, 2013.

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