Halfway down a southern foothill above town,
Over the century old high emptied school’s rooftop
like feathered angels whiffed by spring winds, 
Danced
Ghostly spirits– fragments of students past:
Skipping ropes on gravels at recess,
Swinging way too high to the edge of the steep drop,
Shuffling bored feet under wooden desks,
Chewing voracioulsy on mustard-cold hot dogs at lunch,
Turning Shakespearean sonnets, around in their heads, a few,
Mostly, 
Stretching youth dreams to Leave
Over the the deep blue valley below.