May 22, 2008
By Emily Curtis, Wilton, CT

The final breath flees worried lips as
the thin white sheet flutters to Finality:
lead bards acting as flimsy representatives
of their unsure intellect...
An intelligence they begin to doubt as
they realise they should have exchanged
one answer for another;
A code of currency many of these
arrogant scholars have yet to translate.
But they walk away,
gathering a's and b's in their
threadbare pockets...
and hoping they might interpret correctly
the next time around.

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