Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

30th Reunion

Remember that last day of high school?

A sea of faces I don't know.
Did I know them years ago?
I think she was in English class.
My God, what happened to her ass?

I think that fellow played football.
I don't remember her at all.
My favorite teacher has retired.
He always made me feel inspired.

Now, she hasn't really aged a day,
Which seems peculiar in a way.
That guy has lost a lot of hair.
He used to have it down to there.

A lot of names I don't recall --
A strange experience overall.
Most of the class is still alive.
(I think I'll skip the thirty-five.)






Originally appeared 2005-09-12

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