Crush

There were certain

disturbances:

Skirts high on the thigh,

front-row desks and

that shadow between

the knees;

Questions showing

the definition of the torso

and the upraised arm;

Sojourns to the office

at dusk

to pose shyly–

fingered tress in golden

lamplight between door and frame–

and the door closing;

And of course

learning, passion,

bright eyes and

a vernal splendor

of poetry.

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