Robert’s black hi-top
fade has been dyed blue
this week, and after
I teach the prompt
to prepare these
third and fourth graders
to write poems
on constellations
they’ve created
by connecting the dots
of an accurate
picture of the night sky
and dismiss the kids
to return
to their tables
to write,
I find him, the last student
to leave the carpet,
lying on the floor,
right cheek pressed down,
his left eye staring
straight ahead
as if the answers
to the galaxy
lie in the particles
of dust he can see
when the light
from the closest star
shimmers in
between the cracks
in the walls
of the classroom.
Click here to read Jeanine Walker on the origin of the poem.
Image: by struvictory, licensed under CC 2.0.
Latest posts by Jeanine Walker (see all)
- Underfunded - October 8, 2021