I Wish We Had Known, When We Left, That We Were Leaving
...When I left the high school for the last time
on Friday, March 13
I thought we’d be closed for a week.
Maybe Two.
I told my students to enjoy the week off.
I didn’t bother saying goodb...
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Categories:
ungraded, sick, solitude, sorrow, together,
Form: Free verse
It Is That Kind of Room
...I am sitting at a teacher’s desk.
Not my desk, a borrowed room.
Staring at an orange backpack with
A broken zipper and a cat emblem.
This desk is familiar. There is a torn paper
Plate, a half-...
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Categories:
ungraded, how i feel, school,
Form: Free verse