After Graduation
Teachers carouse at a local bar
to celebrate the end of another
weird year. One of them had
to arrive first to claim the table.
One will stay until the end and
need to Uber home. One hasn’t
told the rest she’s leaving. One
slips away without saying bye.
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And which one are you, Kris?
lol—I actually left myself out of this one. I wasn’t interesting enough last night to make the cut!
Perfect.
Thanks!
I love it that the poem is in a little cubelike form — like being confined to a desk or something like it. So much truth in the poem!
I like the mystery in this poem!
I only taught for one year and I was all of them! I like this poem.
A poignant list poem, Kris, and the sparseness says much.
Tiny and yet a mysterious glimpse into each teacher.
And I can imagine each “type” by how and when they leave. I could write a version for nurses!