Come, Teacher, to the lounge
For here shall be brewed the day’s first coffee.
Please partake of the leftover donuts from yesterday’s meeting.
They are already kindly cut into fourths.
As the grounds are measured and you grip your mug with dry erase marker-stained fingers,
Remember last summer when you lingered over breakfasts –
Or over anything at all.
Harken to the percolation,
Herald of the rising sun and the impending first locker slam.
The filling carafe draws all nigh:
Shop teacher, school nurse,
Part-timer with her omnipresent classroom on a cart.
The untenured. The veteran. The inter-building traveler.
The aide and the counselor. The music teacher and coach.
All the lanyard-wearing troopers who each morning achingly resist the temptation of the snooze button
To once again enter halls bedecked in inspirational messages.
Make Good Choices
Wait, drip by agonizing drip, and sort out…
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