ABSENTEESA Poem by Mike KeenanABSENTEES
To kill time, students steal hours in brief escapes with pill and pelvis yet, like sand that filters through an upturned glass, they return, a thirsty chorus of tiny aspirations like a moan upon the cross. I meet them every day, and wonder who teaches what to whom.
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1 Review Added on February 27, 2022 Last Updated on March 5, 2022 AuthorMike KeenanKanata, Ontario, CanadaAboutA retired English/Phys-Ed-teacher-Librarian, I write primarily poetry, humour and travel, published in many newspapers & magazines. For poetry feedback, please read my 'Poetry Evaluations' and 'Poetry.. more..Writing
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