Theme: School

Thin Walls

My first day, my first class
in this silk city
and I am throwing terms
of literature
for ears and hearts to catch

And I'm wondering if they play
this kind of ball, wondering if today
they brought their gloves

And then I'm listening not to my voice,
nor theirs,
for voices carry through these vents and
thinnest walls

Minutes pass as seconds and the clock ticks above
and behind them
so I'm turning lecture now on them
And they are silent, very silent, writing away
their likes, dislikes, and contemplations
on movies, TV, or song

reaching in the pockets of their minds where
winter coats are hung, remembering another season

but these walls, these thin, thin walls are dancing noise
around me
and I'm wondering if they can write at all


More By  : Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer

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