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  • ANOTHER SEPTEMBER

    The groundsman was already burning leaves.

     

    Each working day, I was paid to lead

    other people’s children through the labyrinth

    of language – received, standard. (For some,

    it was the wrong one – language or labyrinth.

    They had their own minotaurs at home,

    on the streets). And each day, I would drive back

    to smiles and books and weathered bricks and luck.

     

    Watching the smoke drift, I was surprised

    to be still there, trying to unload

    the dice from some sense of duty –

    and something not a little like love.

     

     

     


    3 responses to “ANOTHER SEPTEMBER”


    1. John Huddart Avatar
      John Huddart

      I am drawn straight to this poem’s use of the word ‘luck’ for some reason – because life’s like that! Also, this marvellous piece makes its own….from the genial harbinger of the fates in line one, with its harbinger of winter tones [and the rest], to the contrasts between work and home, between duty, rest … and love.

      What’s not to be at one with, for any teacher, here?

      1. David Selzer Avatar

        Thank you for the imprimatur!

    2. Nilanjana Bose Avatar

      ‘…trying to unload the dice from some sense of duty – and something not a little like love…’ So evocative – enjoyed this one so much. Thanks.

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