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teacher

in the stores,
the smells of
newly boxed
crayons and
Elmer's glue
beckon-
a new school year
begins

the kids as yet
unknown to me
say my name
while I sleep
and we wonder
about the other

for me it's always
love
at first sight
as I watch them
tiptoe into
carefully planned
lessons and
walk confidently
out

they teach me
more than I
could ever teach
them
yet they call
me
teacher

and when the year
closes,
I send them off,
hoping I've done
my part
and missing them
before they're
out of sight.

Freewrite of Writer's Group Night

We hide from
the not knowing,
hoping this time
will be
different.
He'll take us to a
movie
or
the playground.

Still,
we hide from
the possibility
of his anger,
that oozes
like red
Georgia
mud,

sparked by
something,
anything,
someone,
anyone-
as he makes his way
home.

So, we hide under
the covers
feigning sleep,
or in the closet
holding hands,
fingers clenched
together.

Don't breathe.
Don't sigh.
Not a whisper.
hearts tense
with the
not knowing.