The weather is not quite ready

To cooperate

With this whole idea

Of moving back into the classroom

And out of the sunshine

Away from soft sand

On to polished tile

Forgoing bikes and sandals

For sneakers squeaking on the gym floor

I'm not quite ready

For the rapid shift from sitting shoulder to shoulder

Counting fireflies and stars

To the 24 inch gap between us

As we punch numbers into our calculators

And graph the space between September and June.

This poem is about: 
My community


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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