Poetry for End of School Year


Each teacher knows what I know:
That in the end,
After the last bell,
After the books are sorted and the closets locked for summer,
The emptying begins. 
The names and accommodations are absorbed,
The ache from hunching over flawed papers dissipates,
Fingers flex,
And infinite patience is released from the cells,
Through pores and each sweet summer breath.
Like Thor who drops his 
Or Cap when he kneels 
on his shield,
Or Wonder Woman,
When she unbuckles her 
magic bands,
We remove our armor,
For a bit,
So we can stand and 
remember silence —
The absence of the dear minions,
And their thousand 
thirsty questions.