Allegory

 

You must have signed up for it — that math class,

the hard one, or so they said — you never showed

up or cracked the book, just ran out of gas,

 

got distracted, had better things to do.

The final’s tomorrow. You have to pass —

you have to. And you would pass if they knew

 

it’s not your fault — you took too big a load,

missed the memo on the drop date. A few

more hours, you plead — this test, it’s all in code.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Dummerston, Vermont

November 2023

 

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