Donna R. Hibbs
THE SMELL OF CHALK AND LEATHER
The blackboard is spotless, chalk poised Smooth leather; breathe in the aroma Pencils-- sharpened-- in hand Gripping the wheel with an urge Swing your legs at your desk (you know you want to) Foot on the gas; ready to go Learn for the sake of knowledge Speed down the highway for the sake of the road

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(c) 1999 Donna Hibbs. All rights reserved.

Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.