Shape shifters, snakes of light
through the iron grille Windows
fall among the clustered desks
and draw transient patterns across the floor;
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!