Night Class
There is often a moment
after a good class,
when because of the beauty of things said,
and comments made,
you know some chords,
were struck.
And some students linger,
feeling the echo
and reverbs of those chords,
and more comments are made
in hopes of reviving the moment.
Eventually all realize
that the class is over,
and we all straggle
out to the night time parking lot.
All wonder,
myself included,
the last one out the door
and locking up,
why such moments
ever have to end.
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