05 Class Reunion
Poem By Lori Boulard
The invitation came, complete
with blank biography page,
no doubt to satisfy those aching
to judge what each has become.
Shall I confess to running barefoot
through Asia? Sum the blur
of twenty years in ten lines or less?
I type out my tale of joining the Cirque.
There will be those who know,
who see the humor. But
how well, really, do we ever?
I picture the boardroom scene,
them concentrating as best they can
while seeking specks of glitter in my hair,
quietly eyeing for wires
beneath my pinstriped suit.