Saturday, June 27, 2020


And students dream too of clouds
On the edges of the world they float
Looking through the windows of learners
And teachers too, who point and show
All the faraway places for the tiny ones to go
Spreading their wings away from the books
Resting on hard benches so tired in their knowledge
Looking at the perfect writing on the wall
Adjusting their loops and lowering their cases
While the pot belly stove sits cold and unused
In the heat of summer dreaming
Clouds float by the edge of the world
As ghosts sit up straight in the empty classroom

__Bodie Ghost Town, CA__

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