Stillness settles over the university’s shoulders
at holiday break, after the students have left;
tree-trimmers, cleaners, sweepers come and gone;
pigeons and squirrels grow bolder;
campanile clangs for no one.
I have the Bounteous Mother almost to myself,
sharing only with a silent, smiling monk
and one green Gummi-Bear
lying forsaken on the sidewalk,
melting in the rain.
Bobbi Dykema Katsanis