Pages of mystery
Rest on the bracket
I walk along side of it
Running my
Hand down the
Spines of the
Immobile teachers
Carefully I take my pick
And observe the front
I proceed to my cathedra
And crack open the
Knowledge of thousands
Of years
Carefully, I scrutinize
The works of the writer
Observing every utterance
The man had once spoke
Or thought
I realize time has
Slipped by me
So I conclude my lesson
And return my teacher
To his place on the mantle
There he will patiently wait
And anticipate his next class
I take one final gander at the front
And place my book back on the shelf
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Richard Stacy
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