Today, Carleton Unversity’s President Runte sent the entire campus a poem titled ‘On Carleton Quad’ (below).
Here’s an alternative version.
On Parking Garage
Constructing over foundational tracks
A pale concrete stall
Foreshadows the last, or perhaps first of many,
Skyscraper box of poor decisions
Tuition fees rocket upward fast,
Students quite demandingly seek better ways today
And in Tory from the fifth I gaze.
Park and pay. Your future.
Perhaps only in my dreams.
On Carleton Quad
Dissolving in a glimmering haze
A pale winter’s sun
Illumines the last, or perhaps penultimate,
Crystalline breath of snowy surrender
Tumbling in a suspension of slow,
Flashing desultorily just beyond the panes
And pages over which earnest faces pore.
Exams approach. Spring hovers.
Perhaps only in a dream
Roseann O’Reilly Runte