Saturday, February 27, 2010

heavy, ragged sigh

I've never lost a student. Not while I was teaching him. But my Hardy Boys boy died Saturday. The one who sat in the second seat in front of the smart board. First period. Carrhart jacket. He always chose to work with Ramiro. This hurts.

austin

if i don't sit
in my chair
at the table
relaxing
unwrapping
treasures
if i don't sit
in my chair
at the table
relaxing
unwrapping
treasures
if i don't go there
will the young men
stop
dying?
if i don't go there
will the young men
stop
dying?
if i don't sit
in my chair
at the table
relaxing
unwrapping
treasures
perhaps i
won't have to call the women
perhaps i
won't have to call the women
if i don't sit
in my chair
at the table
relaxing
unwrapping
treasures
perhaps i
won't have to believe
it

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