a bow-tied teacher – May 10


A bow-tied teacher fills his chair,

with thoughtful remarks

about students now and gone.


One by thirty they filled class air

with wild ribbed story arcs

strewing A’s and B’s and tones.


Is there something sweeter to

a parent’s ear

than that their child

will be missed


Sitting for one final do

we drop a tear

and half stall awhile

to reminisce.


thinking back to our own

cold times

missing not at all

the painful and awkward then.


Against the now full gift of line

filling full tall

poems and prose of pen.


Thank you bow-tied builder of minds

young though they are, your heart

and imagination have given them new homes

in the wilderness cabins of their own.


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