School's on. The freshmen are in honeymoon phase and the creative writers are quiet and confused. I'm up early to enjoy the summer feeling of days with nowhere to go, nothing in particular to do, but it's fake now; it's Saturday during the school year. It's early in the year, the caught-up time when there's no ungraded homework in my bag and lesson plans are (for this moment) making perfect sense and firmly in place.
It feels good to get back to the rhythm of Saturday peace walking, grocery shopping, and laundry, with a Netflix movie waiting for the end of the day.
Ahhhhhh, the simple life.
Here's a poem for this morning:
Just at dawn
Minnesota pines
Mimic the silhouette portraits
We made of each other
In third grade.
They inhale,
Pausing and posing
As their dark splendor
Presses cut-out shapes
Against a water color sky.
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