International Walk

Sit along I-Walk on any day of the studying week, Sunday through Saturday, and you’re sure to receive a genuinely warm hello,
It is truly a magical stretch of well placed squares of concrete creating a path of great intrigue and distinction.
There are the lovingly long conversations in the varied languages of the world,
There are groups of kids weighed down by backpacks of books on their way to life’s lessons and life’s classes,
There is that crazy crew of boys playingly dancing with that colorful noisy little ball creating a scene and a roadblock,
There are the cigarette butts of heavy sticks of unrelenting nicotine resting on those comfortable dually colored concrete benches,
In the windows are lazily hung flags of many nations and proudly presented posters of political thought and streaked blue and gold paintings of Triton Spirit,
In the windows are small gatherings of friends spread through the common dining room living room kitchen area going about their collegiate ways,
In the windows are happily prepared suppers from foreign countries hastily found on the cook books of the world wide web,
In the windows are endless rounds laughter, scholarly debate, tears, spiritual speech, beer, marijuana, and liquors of all different alcohol percentages,
Across the walk flow shouts of the night’s plans and the day’s jokes from window to window,
Across the walk march students, professors, janitors, public citizens, incoming freshmen, gym employees as well as goers,
Across the walk fly conversation waves transmitted from the laptops adorned by the network of Facebook,
Across the walk are Toby Plate Drop Off Spots with bins overstuffed flowing and stained with the grease of the incredible delicassies from Café Ventanas,
During the nighttime on the weekends kids huddle into small patches boldly conversing in the open air with special plastic red recyclable cups,
During the morning there will be a mystical air of silence invading the walk as individuals go about the start of their day and others finally head to bed,
During the afternoon discussion sections in Asante dismiss and flood the walk with complaint of the general ed known as MMW,
During the afternoon the janitors will eat on the benches laughing happily, the kids will talk with the janitors and the other kids, and those boys with the ball will be running around playing through the sunny stretch of day,
It really is a noteworthy place that really does deserve its fame,
It is a place with a fast growing tree planted by Jane Goodall and overhangs willingly rented by our Authority,
It is where great friendships have been made, legendary stories have occurred, hearts have been broken, and hundreds of cigarettes have been smoked,
It is a place where childhood themed parties carry into the morning and are well documented by many digital cameras, happy RA’s, and RSO’s with birthdays,
International Walk lies between the buildings where young minds are allowed to travel the world,
International Walk is the runway for those nervous to study in the great abroad program of the great university system of California,
International Walk provides soap boxes for impassioned speech and a theater for willing ears,
International Walk will give you a hug or a kiss on the cheek or a hacky sack to the noggin,
Sit along I-Walk Sunday through Saturday and you will be happy you did.


-jared a muscat

ps thanks to anyone who came to SLAM tonight, it was my first reading ever so i hope i did alright, hopefully i will be accepted to some other ones...got a lot more of the book done and quite a few new poems that should be coming up sooner or later