Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Outside the nursery school


I remember being five.

After the children have left
The teachers
Clean up.
When I open my office door
I encounter a child
With a trash bag.
Hi.
I*m Cameron.
I*m five,
He says.
Hi.
I*m Catharine.
I*m fifty-seven.
Good to meet you.
His eyes get wide,
Oh
Oh
Oh
He says excitedly.
I wait.
And wait.
Then it comes:
There is a girl in my class
Whose name is Catharine!
I take in this
Wonderful news.
That*s great,
I say.
Yes, it is,
He agrees.
Somewhere in the other room
His mother calls:
Cameron,
Don*t forget the trash bag.

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