a clean slate,
washed free of chalk.
all the lists
you've made
are gone.
the diagrams of
what love
is or shouldn't
be.
the necessary
elements to make
things work.
now dust, chalk
beaten against
the old school wall.
but you'll
try again tomorrow.
you'll press
your hand
and heart
to the board
and begin the lesson
over, one
more time.
Friday, October 31, 2014
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