Don't go to school for knowledge, Granddad said
Good teachers
Leave you wondering
The best
Keep you mystified

Talking to himself
Maybe there was a time when
Somebody listened

Trudging up a hill
With a buggy a mom moves
Her baby forward

Big bird the toddler
Shouted but no one looked at
The heron flying

Look at him
Carrying
A book
Like he hopes it will get away from him.
A textbook for a hated class?
(I try to read the title on the spine, but can't make it out.)

Look at her
Clutching
Her purse
Like she fears someone will grab it from her.
(I wonder if whatever it holds is worth all that tension.)

Look at them
Holding hands
Like they know neither of them will get away from each other.

Waitress carrying
Table in from sidewalk smiles
At a skateboarder

I saw an acorn
In the corner of the men's room
Kicked in randomly I guess
By workers rushing to escape
Another tardy


So I picked it up
Carried it outside
And tossed it randomly
On the corporate front lawn
Next to where the executives park

Then I waited to see if a tree would grow