The Professor...
in the classroom
i offer words, i stand and make a point
and write an accent
this is it, this is important
this is above all
i have strokes, all BOLD
i bang the board with
emphasis, i am doing this
not for myself, i am solid.
liquefying all of your dreams
letting you see shapes
i sit upon a load of stars.
i stand and touch an orbit.
all of you are my children.
i have none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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