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Forty-fifth Reunion

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Robert Demaree

Classmates long scattered discuss retirement:
The start of the last lap, they jest,
A rehearsal, why we came this year.
Those who thought boarding school years the best
Amiably pick at salad greens
With those who did not.


Smoke Screen

by

Robert Demaree

Driving around Winston-Salem:
All those years,
Someone had to know.

Cyberspace

by

Robert Demaree



At the conference center
The staff retreat glides on:
Flip charts rustle, paradigms shift.
Outside the picture window
Snow falls hypnotically in the woods:
My screen saver.

Harold

by

Robert Demaree

He worked for the firm
That cleans our building.
The night before he died
We walked the school together.
With amiable displeasure
I had shown him things
And we lamented
(Him an old school man, too)
Unstripped wax,
Unwiped blinds and louvers,
How kids are nowadays,
Trouble getting good help:
Someone else must make some sense
Of the notes he took that night:
The company doesn’t know
Who they’ll send us now.
See, there on top of the lockers,
In the dust caught in the afternoon’s late light,
Three furrows
Plowed by the fingers of a hand which
Must have been his.

The Classics Department

by

Robert Demaree

At my college
They have done over the building
Where I parsed Vergil:
Power point, padded seats
In stylish gray, setting off
A small slate chalkboard,
Archived shard.
In this room
(Greek letters chiseled into wood)
Our professor had said that Sputnik
Would bring people back to the Eclogues.
Young women with cell phones wait now
To hear about Odysseus