A High School
Teacher’s Final List
A Beginning
A journey starts—back to the past.
I wonder—“Will this be the last?”
How far can all these journeys go?
(It’s something you can never know.)
My final year of teaching—this
Is where I got these words. Amiss
Is what I’ll be if I don’t say
I loved that year in every way.
Yes, juniors in a boarding school—
An English class—a whirlpool
Of things to read, of things to write.
Careers wind down into the night.
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