Poetry Diary: 1st day of school today….My 1st grader was so excited he ran all the way there. I hope he stays that excited throughout the year….
Mary Ruefle – The Hand
The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect you are the only one in the classroom who knows the answer, because the person in question is yourself, and on that you are the greatest living authority, but you don’t raise your hand. - Read rest of poem
Derek Sheffield – First Grade
Sunday afternoon and she looks up
from her drawing, wants to know
if I know the game where you put
your head down and thumb up
Erica Wright – Lola and the Wolfhound
For awhile there are two mouths at least,
*****one human girl and a grizzled beast too shook
to do much more than rack his teeth together.
*****The sound becomes a way to measure time,
Charles Simic – To Boredom
I’m the child of rainy Sundays.
I watched time crawl
Like an injured fly
Over the wet windowpane.
Jenny Xie – Naturalization
His tongue shorn, father confuses
snacks for snakes, kitchen for chicken.
It is 1992. Weekends, we paw at cheap
silverware at yard sales. I am told by mother
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