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As a teacher,
I choose life.
No hiding in
the streets
of cold frame.
Or swimming
in the murmuring pools
of a shipwrecked world.
And I dream of my students,
connecting hearts to heads.
Two delusions we
all move among.
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I come to teach
​
As a teacher,
I choose life.
No hiding in
the streets
of cold frame.
Or swimming
in the murmuring pools
of a shipwrecked world.
And I dream of my students,
connecting hearts to heads.
Two delusions we
all move among.
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A Wandering Poet 