At college my head was not wholly filled with rocks.
From time to time, I had a couple of looks
(at antique poems reprinted in dusty old books)
between glimpses at the shoeless girls' striped socks.
Starward
Author's Notes/Comments:
Forty-six years ago to this very day, in the pleasant summery afternoon of that day, a Friday, I first entered my college's library and was immediately impressed by two very awesome sights: the number of books on poetry, astronomy, theology and history that it contained; and the beauty of the girls who, while studying there, had either slid their shoes off, or had walked barefoot, or just socks, from their dormitories to the library.
