A Year of Poems – Day 261

Back curved, eyes down –
shame digs at concrete
scratches slate, seeks purchase
till the eyeballs bleed.
They should snap –
puzzles gliding on silk.
They dig frenetic,
desperate to escape
soft disparate beauty –
faces like Persian rugs no one see.
Children don’t look down…
until they’re taught.
Let us be better schoolrooms.


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