Missing Out
When I was a senior in high school,
they added on an extension
to the building. My class had to put up
with the noise and dust of construction
but didn’t get to enjoy the addition.
That must have bugged me
on a subconscious level,
because I have recurring dreams
of going back to school
to see the new extension.
In my dreams, it is extravagant.
Besides professional labs
there’s a bowling alley and restaurant.
I wander around gawking
at the wonders and get lost.
Now, forty years later, the school,
including the modest add on,
has been condemned, and they bus
the students fourteen miles
down the road to the next town.
But I still have the dreams.
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