The Classroom

With undulating voice
he speaks in a podium
of self-sustained secrecy.
By word of mouth,
all rumors about the
innocent blackboard
travels at the speed of light,
swept by chalk dust into
endless space,
becoming tiny bits of
memory scattered
yet linked together by
a bond stronger than
the nuts and bolts
that hold the chairs together.
In a room whose
four walls
speak of partings,
of unshakable bonds
that is meant to break someday,
the crucifix clings dearly
to the wooden wall
as every vibration
resonates an earthly tone
which reminds us of changeable things

which reminds us of fleeting moments
never to happen again.

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A poem composed in third year college a few weeks before the first semester ends.

If I remember it correctly, it was Louie Jon Sanchez who is speaking in front of the class that afternoon.