Romeo and Juliet

by Erica Berry

ms. connings said that at fourteen years old, the sparks between them

would of been enough to set the whole of middle america  blazing–

leaving us non-believers standing in smoldering cornfields

 

she said the looks shared across ivy covered balustrades sent

gossamer threads of dedication

stronger than the tightropes in Ringling Bros

 

and the letters they penned to each other by flickering candlelight?

every word a symphony unto itself

the clash of consonants and clarinets, vowels and violins, syllables and saxophones

 

and then the bell rings, and geometry looms

and romeo and juliet dance away in a cloud of smoke

smiling at our hopeless high school sagas