Thank you, Steve. Thank you.

sitting in your office as you leafed through
sheets and sheets of paper–

the window open and your slow eyes
poring over the words on the page. You held

cigarettes and student writing with a slight tremble
as you worked through them both with the same measured

moves–something dangerous and light
to pull inside and let spill from your mouth

at all the right sounding turns.

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