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 © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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