Some days at school

My students come in out of hand
I love their energy
and hate it at the same time.
The corralling,
the spurring
challenges me
defeats me
picks me up.

I love my students.
Blustery.
Whiny.
Silent.

I search for solutions
which support
creativity,
fairness,
and, of course, learning.

She (the photographer)

She would plant a fence on the beach
and not just one fence
a trio of fences
which intersect with one sand dune
and then another
each dune covered with wild oats or spartina
She would have three roseate spoonbills
wing their way just above the fences,
the spoonbills' neon pink coverts
contrasting with the bleached wood,
the white grains of sand.
If you happened to see
that overcast day,
the whole arrangement,
your chest might swell
and you might breath out heartily.

Things to let go of on Monday Morning

hurricanes in November
Ida,
my mother's roommate,
dribbled through the doorway

it's cold and still we sweat
the hurricane is petering out

the flood warning canceled
it's early yet

day-light savings time
I'm sure to be late

long term disability coverage
does not include mental problems

except those which are structural
I won't turn the papers in.

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