Confession
Not to be a creeper,
but I like to watch you all
while you work together,
so serious and casual,
like a working lunch
and a sleepover, meeting
in my classroom. I think
my joy comes from some
sense of myself at your age,
as if you are a living photo
album, a scrapbook reminder
of how it felt to love my friends,
their voices and their hands,
and to love the strange
new lands that our minds
could inhabit, explore and
define together, how we
could be so funny, so smart
and amazing to each other.
I like seeing you and
remembering what it’s like
To have all that room to expand.
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