Shape shifters

Shape shifters, snakes of light

through the iron grille Windows

fall among the clustered desks

and draw transient patterns across the floor;

AND they;

slither around;

across the white plastered walls,

And the chalk dusted black board.

With the light worms, something  moves!

And writhing memories of  fond adolescence

Tumble into my consciousness’ grooves

And in an instant sets the clock backwards

To bygones where it had seemed sweeter

Even the tear drops most bitter!