by The Cowl Editor on March 1, 2018
Poetry
by Marelle Hipolito ’21
One, two, three
Minutes late to the bus stop
I sigh with relief, the bus driver waited because she knows me
Four, five, six
Times I fell asleep in class
But it’s okay, I have lunch after this
Seven, eight, nine
People ahead of me
At least it’s usually a fast line
Ten, eleven, twelve
Weird and loud sounds,
What are they? My friends and I ask ourselves
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
Million thoughts
Through my head as I run, cause I now realize what they mean
Sixteen, seventeen, eight—
I feel a pain, a pinch, and I fall
I can’t go any further, can you keep going for me?