My shoes are held together by staples,

  but they go on my feet anyway.

Leave before 7:15 or the train will trap you on this side of town.

Once inside one of the two school buildings, 

  I see my neighbor prep for his math class.

Kids from church, family reunions, and 8th grade camp

  sporadically place themselves among the hallways.

Even when full, the school is quiet.

We all know each other.

We're all woven together.