When I become a teacher
I'm gonna learn how the mind works in
Classes before sunrise
And I'm gonna teach them poetry
Plucking poems out of books like fresh flowers
And wrapping them up into bouquets.
I'm gonna show them words that feel like water
And smell like salt
And smell of long days in the sunlight
And cool summer wind
And bright red parasols
And soft volleyball sand
And the thatch-roofed buildings
Of young and old young old young souls
And I'm gonna put infants
And children and seniors and adults
And all the in between people in it
Teaching everybody with sweet words
And learning from each other flawlessly
In that first morning class when I
Become a teacher
And teach in classes
Before Sunrise.
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