A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com


first grade student black
minority among asians and
me runs to my teacher's
chair with a question

for each gasp of every ten
minutes as if he's on
some electronic cue like
a synchronized alarm

clock beeping to his big
eyes blinking at my grin
as a cover 'cause he knows
i know he knows the answer

and why he's here again
i think with his young crush
too cute to rebuke but
other students need help

so i show him what he can
already do then reluctantly
he skips back to his seat

asking seriously teacher how
did your nose grow so long?

Poem by  Janet Cannon