Monday, November 06, 2006

29th and last

Thank fuck it’s Wednesday.
School’s out.
The walls are split asunder
At the seams
By streams of joyous
Refugees. Bus bays
Fill with cars,
Each one groaning to be gone.
In an instant,
The birds are flown
Across the yard, released,
Beyond recall,
Past tense, post mortem,
Born again.
So, why then
Did you return
So many times
To the sordid
Scene of crimes?
What was your excuse
For watching
As a lust for learning slipped
Through your fingers,
A monument to folly reduced
To so much dust?

About time for this, my leaving speech on quitting teaching after 29 years. Image from

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