The students used to be enough

of a balm—

their  curiosity, their light.


Today the ephemera wears me:

the pointless testing,

the political demagoguery.


It becomes harder to ignore

the razor thin insults,

the slow bleed.


This should be the end—

yet inertia pushes me,

slouching towards another year.

(April 12, 2022)

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