blinds intentionally left open (20170626)

classroom full of desks
empty of sound movement energy
the whiteboard traps faded
and fading ghosts
see you next year
have a great summer
a giant smiling face

outside sprinklers
fire like machine guns
in a 40s gangster film
and sunlight washes
the room in heat
and smell of pine
from the floor fills the room

6 thoughts on “blinds intentionally left open (20170626)”

  1. I mostly hated school. But for some reason I would sometimes, in summer, find myself (ahem) letting myself in for a tour. I loved the silence and the smell of the place and could feel those “ghosts” …your poem brought back great memories. Thank you.

    1. You’re welcome. I’m afraid I was the opposite. I loved school. While I was happy for a break, by the last month of summer I felt at loose ends and anticipated that imminent return. What the hell was wrong with me?

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