Sunday, September 19, 2010


4. a poem that takes place in or 
otherwise involves a classroom.

Place of Learning

It teaches me
I don't have control
over everything
and can never have.

It teaches me that work
includes maintenance
of relationships, seasons,
harmonies, proportions.

It is a place where what I started
becomes something else: a piece
of art, a problem, a source of new
thought, a breathing space.

I open the back door
listen keenly to my teachers
- their cooings and warbles,
harsh shrieks, rustlings.

Even unwanted members
of this outdoor classroom
are loath to leave, cleave to
the rich loam, create a niche.

My friends wave friendly
arms full of flowers, stroke
mine as I pass, teach me
to love my choices.

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