Substitute teacher

I’m sorry for being away for a few days. There are things one can avoid and things that just happen.


Who could have thought

the tree would fall on the Students’s Square?

They miss the shade,

are waiting for the substitute teacher.

Tales she tells with her sweet voice

of ants exploring crumpled papers,

Of hens lost in a forest,

of simple elements in photosynthesis.

Culture brings meaning to colors

saffron yellow expresses wisdom or renunciation.

They are shadows of her movements,

inflections of her voice.

All of them can stand and say

“I am not afraid of dragons.”

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