The sky was gray and bluish bleak that February day:
All chocolate hearts and greeting cards and freshly-trimmed bouquets.
The air was filled with promises of roses and of wine—
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, and the soon-to-be grads,
Spent long nights in Butler, all hopped-up on Adds,
With sour demeanors, their eyes bloodshot red,
The Kraft Center roared with laughter for three hours Thursday night as students tried to prove their poetic worth—or lack thereof—at the 22nd Annual Joyce Kilmer Memorial Poetry Festival.
