sits in the classroom.
beams from the windows
reflect the warm Memory.

closes eyes.
the laughs, the Uncertainty, the Joy,
watches it all unfold
   with tender
   soft
   attention
as they blossom

opens once more.
same laughs, same uncertainty,
the joy is there, too,
but the    faces
                   the words
         the offset textures of their petals
inform the slant difference

they evolve
as yet — still —
sits in the classroom.