Monday, September 12, 2022


Each night they spend in exile.


Each morning I return them to their home.


Lift the pots from the dish drainer and put them on the shelf.

     Carry the spoons to their drawer, 

            the bowls to join their nested siblings,

                    Tuck the knives in their slots. 



Each day I teach, it’s the same.

      Carrying the children on the wings of song

              Back to where they belong.




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