Overgraduate

In among the browning pears

and teabags drowned in colonies

of mugs, I make my nest.

Muffling the mordant sun

the kindly hum of giants' music

slows the day's arrest.

Underneath the windowledge

the sea-sore student tribes ascend

those ever-steeper steps

and I remember clambering

in grinning knots towards the top

alone but for the rest.

Self-indulgent, self-obsessed

we co-collided

never co-possessed.