heads bowed over their desks coaxing words, melting ice recaling, spinning the heat of how many hours, they write how many ways lines tangle around the package of our lives-- how to clear the way? I take a bite of apple pie and remember backyard trees full of fruit, a break from hours alone, sentences set down as if they were friends, mine to make more of, mine to erase
remembering
ReplyDeleteheads bowed over their desks
coaxing words, melting ice
recaling, spinning the heat
of how many hours, they write
how many ways lines tangle
around the package of our lives--
how to clear the way?
I take a bite of apple pie
and remember backyard trees
full of fruit, a break
from hours alone,
sentences set down
as if they were friends,
mine to make more of,
mine to erase
from "Teacher," 2002