Writing About Teaching, Students, Finding Meaning…My Poem In Passing

In Passing

Sometimes we pass each other,
former students who have left me,
across the gulf of adolescence.

Usually they nod or smile
if I initiate the greeting,
acknowledging in subtle ways
our recognition…..or not.
.
Once well-practiced
in each other’s ways and rhythms,
give and take of classroom talk,
mapping inner and outer worlds.

Sometimes I know they think
I have forgotten who they are.
How could I not remember?

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