DEAD POETS SOCIETY

In the second, Allen was walking up to his house when he looked back and saw Jack walking down a road in the other direction. Jack was saying that he had been misunderstood. That he would have to take to the road again to straighten it all out.

Yes, he'd continue to miss Jack and Chris and the others who went too soon. Then again, there was that new kid he'd met at Naropa last summer. Geoffrey Manaugh. The kid had made a brochure of his work and showed it to him. It was really quite good.

Ginsberg sighs. It seems that poets, like hope, spring eternal from the ground.

end of part 2