Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009: Quoted from: Design You Trust. World's Most Provocative Social Inspiration.

As the teacher wrote on the board, microscopic bits of chalk
Rained down, larger shards that fell to the floor and snapped.

On their way out of class, the students run fingers along
The metal gutter gripping the chalkboard’s lower edge,
Touching and gathering the fine powder, the sediment
Of long division, vocabulary, instructions.

1 comment

  1. The feel of chalk gives me the creeps a little bit, but even so I enjoy that last stanza


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