August 25, 2008

• a scratch to the head
  tornado of unkempt hair
  emerges from the muggy life

  a yawn of past molecules
  escapes, recaptures momentum
  and turns into a deep sigh

  an anticipation of a workload
  the new schedule of routine
  students open and close to my words

  far off is the end again
  the sun shoves me to release and learn
  I’ll pick seconds to remember

  • 10:08 pm
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