Storm clouds rush across the sky.
My ivy plant lies in crumpled death-by-wind
with only a few leaves hanging on in hope.
And poetry class is over.
My professor retired
and gave me an 'A'
and told me I should publish
some of my poems.
Some of my classmates are graduating.
This chapter of my life is coming to a close,
with only the few green leaves
remaining to bring life and hope
and learning and memory
into the next.
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