Thursday, August 25, 2011


I'm teaching my students
They seem to enjoy them,
like a new fruit
that takes a minute before
they realize
it's sweet.

The lesson as stuck
inside me,
and will not leave,
like an unwanted houseguest
2 days past due.

I can't stop thinking in similes!

The road before me
stretches like pulled taffy,
sprinkled with white stretch-marks.

The sofa is soft,
as a good melon
(I know that one is overused!)

I fear tomorrow's lesson:


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