The boy stalks
the college campus and stomps each foot deep into the ground.
He writes on the dry-erase board; he writes a few poems to leave for kids to read; he writes, spreading his words across the campus to every room that will hold it.
…The boy stumbles
across the college campus and drags a foot slowly along the ground.
It’s too late for writing on dry-erase boards now; for the boy has become an old man and old men do not write about anything that can be held by rooms for too long.