A small framed hand against window,
damp cool air meets with the warmth of Child’s breath;
and the dreams of youth and life are on those lips.
Young eyes peer out into a world blanketed with gray.
Gray as sheep’s wool, safe, pacifying and non-challenging,
A great soft gray blanket, the secret of this blanket, is that it is a killer.The dreams of youth and life are smothered deep within its fibers.
A tear rolls from the eye down the cheek and on to the tongue.
Curved reflection on pupil, wet, the teacher has turned away.
The dreams of youth and life have ended for the teacher
with one turn…
What for the young pulse that runs through the hand that leaves an impression on this gray world?
The child does not yet know
the power of tears
to cleanse broken dreams of youth and life.
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