*Inspired by a walk through campus during finals week.*
Finals Week: A Poem
The smell of coffee and desperation is in the air.
All along hallways students frantically thumb through textbooks,
Mutter over notebooks,
And curse over flashcards.
Students pass-out on the floor,
Backpacks used as pillows and jackets as blankets.
I walk through the library on my way to get lunch.
The library is filled to the brim with anxious students.
Tables crack under the weight of laptops, books, and loose-leaf paper.
In one corner the nervous eater munches their way through a bag of chips.
In another, the paper-tearer builds a pyramid of notebook scraps.
Everyone is hunched over their work.
The tension is deafening.
In a few more days the halls will be deserted-
The library empty-
The tables spotless.
The parking lot full of empty spaces.
In just a few more days- it will be over.
Bringing Mae Flowers 