That piercing final bell,
the white caging cinderblocks falling down around the,
Teacher's accusatory stares already in the distance
Eyes adjusting to twinkling sunlight
off black and gold robes
off silver bleachers, dotted with people
Hats with tassels perches awkwardly on heads like birds on wires
Green turf spred before their bustling footsteps
podiums of importance looming
folding chairs lined up like soldiers on the front line
Pomp and circumstance
and balloons already celebrating in the breeze
Laughter, smiles
tears that puddle and drop
Over the goal post, relief floods in and the stadium surrenders
as black and gold fly through the sky
rising with the echoing applause
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