Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here. To paraphrase Lorne Michaels, this poem doesn't go up because it's ready, it goes up because it's Friday morning.
Thanks for coming to the open mic on Wednesday. This has been keeping me going, in all honesty. I've been thinking about people graduating this year. I recently saw someone's kid online taking part in a socially distanced ceremony. That's probably why this week's entry not is not a COVID-19 piece, but a commencement speech of sorts (something I'll definitely never give). The horrific events and behaviors of others over the last few days were also on my mind, as they are on other people's minds (thanks, Toni Bee), but those will have to be carried over to other poems. Hope this one is different enough to be a breath of fresh air for some. Thanks for reading.
Commencement
I tell you children today,
you are wiser, remember more
than your home country.
This is why you are tried
as adults the very moment
you step outside.
