that Time is now
do you remember the sharpener and how we all looked up every time a teacher asked or bell rang or you didn’t know the answer to the next question so we scrambled out of those wood and metal mini-prisons to sidle up the front next to the chalkboard and twirl the grinding gear that chewed down on the nubs of pencils we could ill afford
hard to believe that wasn’t yesterday
considering
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Oh yeah, remember it well! AND our sharpener had a view one could get lost in and yet it’s easy to believe all the answers hung out around the sharpener! Great poem Great reflection, thank you!