Boarding School
On
Saturdays
I would
March
With
Others
Down
The
Hill
To
The
Little
Town,
Shepherded
By
Mrs.
Browne.
In
Our
Prim
Hats
And
White
Gloves,
We
Shopped
For
Treats
To
Eat
In
Dorm
Rooms,
Snacks
To
Keep
Us
Going
While
We
Were
Growing.
I was
Twelve,
But
Vividly
Recall
Buying
This
Candy
Symbol
Of
America
And
Religion.
I held
It
In
My
Hand
As
I walked
Back
With
Marooned
Girls
Like
Me,
Set
Free
By
Distant
Family.
I was
Extra
Baggage
In
The
World,
A
Remnant,
A
Loose
End,
With
Losses
It
Took
My
Life
To
Mend.
I put
The
Confection
Of
Resurrection
Aside,
With
The
Puzzle
Of
Meaning,
And
How
It
Had
All
Begun,
And
It
Melted
In
The
Easter
Sun.
On
Saturdays
I would
March
With
Others
Down
The
Hill
To
The
Little
Town,
Shepherded
By
Mrs.
Browne.
In
Our
Prim
Hats
And
White
Gloves,
We
Shopped
For
Treats
To
Eat
In
Dorm
Rooms,
Snacks
To
Keep
Us
Going
While
We
Were
Growing.
I was
Twelve,
But
Vividly
Recall
Buying
This
Candy
Symbol
Of
America
And
Religion.
I held
It
In
My
Hand
As
I walked
Back
With
Marooned
Girls
Like
Me,
Set
Free
By
Distant
Family.
I was
Extra
Baggage
In
The
World,
A
Remnant,
A
Loose
End,
With
Losses
It
Took
My
Life
To
Mend.
I put
The
Confection
Of
Resurrection
Aside,
With
The
Puzzle
Of
Meaning,
And
How
It
Had
All
Begun,
And
It
Melted
In
The
Easter
Sun.
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