Free-verse Friday 9/1/17…Because all summers end #haibun #summersend2017

A haibun first published in Image Curve that recounts my…

First Class
Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me.

Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look up. Some dress in worn flannels over T-shirts. Others wear white tank-tops with lots of “bling.” Nearly all of them wear baggy jeans off their hips. The youngest-looking could pass for twenty. Their indifferent eyes measure me as they sit in silence.

I swallow hard. 

I am their teacher; they wait for me.
No one else is coming.

September morning

Gold chains and fire-rated doors

Glisten in sunlight

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