Safety In the Classroom

whisper of a brush in a shy hand
smooth, no wrinkles, ageless

canvas dying
to be filled with primary colors

virgins
have not seen much

blur, dots, haze
blue-eyed babes

just see a mess
a good teacher

sees a masterpiece
in the crew cut

in the golden halo
in freckled face

in smooshing tuft
in Queen Anne’s Lace

9/22/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
September 27, 2021 at 10:00 PM
Exactly write! "a good teacher sees a masterpiece in the crew cut in the golden halo in freckled face" Wow!
Rodrigues Avatar
September 28, 2021 at 6:39 AM
Thank you, Caren! Those beautiful faces. We should all cherish them…we used to be them.
Brewer Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 2:21 PM
I love the double meaning of ‘canvas’. You have a subtle and perceptive way with words, Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 2:41 PM
Thank you, Geoffrey!
Buhagiar Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 2:18 AM
A mingling of ideas. Hugs.
Rodrigues Avatar
September 23, 2021 at 4:45 AM
:)
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