Our class was raised
against a levee of time and
Melting ice adding up;
The air was anticlimactic.
And being alive stuffy and familiar.
We have been at it for so long,
And though we are opinionated, we wait for
An additional character, yet,
A supplement
To be coaxed from neediness
With surprises.
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