Thursday, November 07, 2013

I forget what my teachers looked like when I was little.
But I remember what my pencils looked like.
School Bus yellow with Robin Hood green swatches.

Some were short and some were long. 
But they all looked exactly alike when they began.
When they began to do what they do.

I wish I could say all my teachers looked exactly alike.
I wish all my teachers said exactly the same thing.
They were all different sizes and all said different things.
I only remember them now because they gave me pencils.

All I really remember is pencils in school and waving goodbye
from the school bus. And I only remember waving goodbye 
from the school bus because the school bus was the exact color 
of my pencil. School Bus yellow.

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