A Piece of Time

In high school, the future seemed

Intriguing, I could be anything.

A time when friends were

Abundant like a colorful

Crop for the year.

One, a mature sister with an

Encouraging smile; And Jean,

Shy like me; we became friends,

rescuing each other in the lunchroom:

we sat together for the first time.

High school was comedy central;

Everyday, I laughed, realizing

My personality for the first time.

We told off the mean, ugly

Lunch lady for kicking us out,

A poor little freshman boy getting

Dumped butt first in the trash can,

legs folding over the rim.

The slumber parties were like

Scenes from a sitcom:

The dip fight in our friend’s

bathtub: Jean slipping with a

towel hanging on her like a Ghost.

Carrot Top would be jealous

And impressed.

Songs from the ’80s bring

That time back like a running

Creek, me wanting a piece

As it rushes back.

Like a thumbprint, that time

Is its own, its mark in my

Yearbooks and in me.

Now, the crop has altered:

the color’s pale, there’s less,

the taste is different…

—Maria Adame

  • The Community Alliance is a monthly newspaper that has been published in Fresno, California, since 1996. The purpose of the newspaper is to help build a progressive movement for social and economic justice.

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