An Ode to the Sphinx

2500 years after Oedipus and the Sphinx
was written
I sit in my English class
studying her riddle
as the silverfish crawls
and the fruit flies fly

a teenager, I think
no- twelve years old perhaps
we live in the toughest time

we grow; we are no longer a child
with neon signs lighting the streets
the roar of cars and trucks from city
to town and back
a man playing golf on the moon
we grow

we need to get used to our body
there's new power, new responsibilities

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poem by Greg Friedrich
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