21, 22, blowing snow
when the fire alarm went off.
We all evacuated, many
without coats and hats,
some in shirtsleeves.
We stood along Middle Ave.
waiting. One girl showed us
her frozen hair, while others
compared the shades of blue
their hands had turned.
Some bounced. Others
held each other close
out of necessity.
There are all sorts of students
at this school, but nothing
brings people together
like the collective outrage
over a bitter day, and the
bitter response
to a malfunctioning
fire suppression system.
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