Class Notes Sonnet

This year, I’ve written sonnets every day
(with one or two exceptions), which I post
on Facebook. Many Swatties write to say
they like the verses, so I’ve had the most

supportive, random contact with a range
of Swat alums, including people who
had never talked to me. But it’s not strange—
it’s natural that our tiny, weirdo school

would foster warm connections many years
away from camping in Crum Woods, McCabe,
the black box, Sharples brunch, the joys and fears
of being young.  We’re somehow still the same:

      we seek out one another’s work and art,
      then offer feedback, using mind and heart.