English Lesson, Kindergarten
Across the pencils pointed skyward
like so many word-wielding swords
past the gray and steel of
overflowing desks filled with
orphaned papers stashed, crumpled askew
over the carpet-bland, sturdy, useable
home to small and hopeful feet
to the doorway--closed.
Through it comes
life and noise and limbs,
any moment now--
eager hearts, chattering faces,
souls on their sleeves--
seven year old movers and shakers.
God, help me see through to their hearts.
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