Chalk Dust

Chalk Dust by Odin Roark What history lurks Below blackboard surfaces Wedged in creases of eraser felt In between folds of Oakwood trays How pristine we wipe clean The dark window’s surface Making ready today’s learning Tomorrow’s remembrance Future’s childhood bygones Like stars burned out Disintegrating to dust Time’s ancient knowledge Forever seeks rebirth Even though for many Such simple magic Has all but disappeared Merely white dust memories Purposely forgotten For a few The latent markings Remain black and white teachings Forever embedded in rainbow dreams