This class was taught,
and thus begun,
before thought enumerated
an age for 1(one).

Stationary bobbling
w/ no teeth to gnash,
although, curiously affluent-
as green as grass.

Steps, each step,
became like broken glass-
whether left behind
at first stood last.

Each step/ these steps
a collective school-
each within their own
swimming laps...a pool.

Then unto today, whence...
how do we fare?
All unapologetically
w/ a thought to bear.