Elementary Solace
paper listens with
out judgement no day comes when
ink prints the page who
soaks up tears naked questions
will never tell 3rd
grade harvest time my ripened
rhymes fed published eyes
one of the very few times
school had it right the
kindling of me dreaming what
I write first spark to
a celebrated fire
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