(poetry diary 179 – 2/15/17. February doldrums time. I’m jealous of the people in this poem:)

The Poetry of Bad Weather

—Debora Greger

Someone had propped a skateboard
by the door of the classroom,
to make quick his escape, come the bell.

For it was February in Florida,
the air of instruction thick with tanning butter.
Why, my students wondered,
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