Prompt #1: An apology
I’m seventeen, a new student,
ardent for academia and
the prospect for new friendships,
and new adventures. I meet you
one morning, as I sit,
reading Dante’s Inferno
in the second row of the lecture hall.
You look at me with surprise.
What class is that for?
Oh, no, I reply, it’s just for fun.
You are impressed. You come to expect
me each morning, ten minutes before nine.
We smile, exchange niceties
and extract our notebooks, me from my backpack,
you from your briefcase
I like you, I think.
This is a good beginning.