Sunday, March 26, 2000

credit for progress

spinning like the ceiling fan
cooling the room down
from up above
today is different
the noise seems to boil
all around silence enters
with a crash and broken dish
girls really crying
over spilled juice
just like milk
what’s the use
getting harder to push the words
without help and someone
else wants some credit
won’t take more than three
keeping one for the self
asking him to read
then takes credit
for his progress…

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