Teacher Tired
If you do it right, teacher tired
is the kind of tired you feel
after hosting an eight hour party
in which the guests laugh
and find your home so very
charming, and you must share
your secrets, as this space
seems to insist on growing
louder of its own happy accord
while you flit from corner
to corner checking on the guests,
even the quiet ones who
like to sit there and take it
all in, clearly in it, but not going
to make the same splash,
demur and detached while
The rest of them gather
hungrily around the spread
of questions you’ve laid out,
and if they eat it all up, there you
are, landing just long enough
to drop some accelerant onto
fading fires, another round into
empty glasses, then FOOM,
off to find another circle
that has settled into silence,
like some darting thought fairy,
peppering the room with glittering
big ideas until the bell rings and
everyone, smiling and bleary,
makes their way towards the door.
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