Refuge from the confusion of home life.
A place where everything was scheduled, disciplined.
The comforting predictability of seven normal hours
of being expected to be only thirteen,
before I returned to early adulthood responsibilities.
After the dreaded Algebra and Chemistry when
we would talk music, read Rolling Stone,
eye the girls and share our fantasies
about them and the near far future
forgetting equations unbalanced, dreams never to happen.