First Day of
School - Summer, 2013
The table is
blank.
It is for the
young boys and girls to write upon it, and
For the teachers
to write upon it.
They will take
up their writing instruments not knowing
What awaits
them:
Judgment passed
on their conduct and on their work,
Stiletto looks
thrust their way in hall and playground,
Looks holding in
their sharp sights
Hope that
stiletto looks will be returned.
And the
teachers, confused and afraid,
Pumping
themselves up with ersatz confidence,
Trying to hide
their angst with hubris,
Hoping that the
bell will ring
Before dearth of
their knowledge,
The depth of
their ignorance will be disclosed.
After today,
After the first
day of school,
The table will
begin to build rich memories.
--August 12,
2013
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