Amid the thump of running footsteps,
five figures clad only in sacks
dart across the platform between the podium
where the president stands in his finery
and chairs where regally clad trustees sit.
Someone must have alerted the campus police
because the streakers are apprehended
before they reach the exit.
It’s said that students plotted this
to pay tribute to a retiring faculty member.
They may have trouble finding work later
unless they seek employment as strippers.
This poem appears in the spring/summer issue of Magnets and Ladders. Click on the Dropbox link below to hear me read it.