English Class

(For C.S)

is a noise maker

of sheepish grins,

of coiled wire mouthes

unable to be

tapered shut.

at the front of the class

the sound of

her voice to us is an applause

of laughter

a wandering series

of sadistic chuckles

or a sketch of sarcasm

that sips a cup of tea.

the woven kindness

unravels itself

leaving a woman

with arms built to care,

eyes made of

melted caramel,

a curving smile

standing strong

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