Wall

About the wall I stared at as I waited for the professor to arrive.

The blank wall in front of me

Stands in its majestic glory

That is the halls of the local college.

From here I can see the black and brown

Stuff marks,

Like bruises,

Scattered near the bottom.

But towards the top in all its innocence-

An unmarred, even white.

Or beige, perhaps.

But who has time to contemplate 

Such things?

Author's Note

Just proves you can really write about anything