Friday, April 5, 2013

5 april



I had a runner yesterday.

What she meant was
a small child,
bound on getting home,
determined first grade was not—
at least for today—
worth further study.

(The non-substitute principal,
one inspired turn
of this same event,
stopped a driver, jumped in, and shouted,
Follow that child!)


When I took off my shoes last night
the same line—
exact same words—
would have meant far less.

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