ISSN 1545-2859





The School

It was on a sunny day that
The quiet uphill street
Had been blocked
Where a beautiful building
With sixty-four broken windows
And lazy stray dogs
Towered above the cemetery.

Up there a grieving teacher
Tired of funerals, smashed
Its windows on a rainy day
When the quiet uphill street
Was still busy.

Downtown at 11 o’clock
Every August, for 11 days
The sun plays chess with
The windows,
And everybody watches.

People in their early sixties
Say each year
A grave is missing.

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