Looking at my class schedule for the fall, I start to feel excited in a new-pencil, fresh-notebook, starting over kind of way and I remember a yellow lunchbox with a picture of a brown horse. I remember autumn and the idea that good things happen in the fall. I am always beginning the world.
Aren't you bursting with butterflies
On the fourth of September
Like you'll have to get on the bus
in your tartan dress
with your lunchbox?
Though your body is 29,
Though your mind is an old thing....
Doesn't it make you sigh?