Late in the day, way after the last bell's rung
and the choir has tired of its well-learned songs,and all the teachers have gone home but him,
he sometimes wanders into the science wingand dreams the dream of an old concoction:
two parts love to one part time, the reaction,hot as a Bunsen burner, that would connect
a positively charged pair. So sweet and tragichow their eyes first met through a test-tube's glass,
how they'd observed all those strange changes.If only he could teach that in English Lit,
make all of them understand they're good at it.
Gary J. Whitehead.
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