every moment that gets by you
is analyzed by the poet in the classroom
she yanks them out of the empty sea
and mentally gives each one their poetic self
praying the moments won't wander into the woods
or step out onto the street
until she makes it home to compose their cohesive reflections
tracing the epiphanies of the moments
once each one is retold and justified
she opens her mind
and sets the treasured moments free
watching the wonders wander for a bit
until they're lost in the horizon
she sighs
she's satisfied
the words are hers
i am the poet in the classroom
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