twenty days left this year
sun is setting on the third grade
my heart is filled with nostalgia
my mind with annoyance
thinking (just SHUT UP!!)
and then sweetness returns.
I will cry on the last day
I will write an epilogue on the plane to Boston
and read Anna Karenina all the way to India
I will spend 24 hours
straight
up in the air.
stop making up theories
teaching theories
writing about theories.
opting instead for
the bountiful yellow wildflowers
under a big, blue Texas sky.
nothing's better than
raspberry shaved ice
practical world travel
and creative completion.
--Michelle Fajkus, May 2008
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