An Open Letter to My Classmates
From Greg Lewis, August 2023
My heart has entered the time of tears.
Memories drip from my old cheekbones
into pools of reflection. My eyes swell from
looking backward.
Do you remember when we first met,
stumbling with uncertainty on the front
steps of tomorrow. Callow kids who
changed the world in a thousand days.
We pried Middlebury out of the past and
scraped the mold of quaint etiquette from
her columns. We fought on both sides of a
war of lies. We had sex.
We were—we are!—the Class of ’69.
And we are saying goodbye on Chapel steps
once again. I miss you, beloved friends. But I
will see you at a future reunion. Meet me in
the sky. I’ll have tears dripping from my old
cheekbones; I’ll be so happy to see you.
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