Incendiary Lit

Teacher’s Lament

by Alan Dugan

The sidewalk says,
in chalk, that he
loves her. What a joke.

So fall is here
again and school
forces the issue: to sow

at harvest. It sits
the sexes side by side
to learn the mysteries

as if they could. Then
they can drive out
on first cold Friday nights

to learn their first delights,
pay later, and dream love.

—

Yes. It’s fall again. And what says fall like fallible youths?

Posted: Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 at 7:30 pm
Category: Poems.