the look of fellowship

the bright-colored and
shiny-shine of mardi gras beads
tossed into telephone wires and
tree limbs and street signs
draped there
bright in the afternoon light as we walk
out of the edge of the park and
onto campus
two kids fighting over a bike
that doesn’t belong to the neither of them
nel writes a scene

filled with sound and movement and personality

you can just rip it in half i say to nel
in the community college classroom
about the half of the fish po’ boy
that i know is too big
for me to finish myself
now that’s the look of fellowship
ali says about the glance
that jennifer and i pass back and forth
from our places
in the circle of desks gathered