my student

I was holding the door for
a grey-haired matron
who glanced up at me
as she passed

did a double-take
and I saw the look
an ex-student gives
the lights go on

now we were caught
teetering in the moment
I don’t remember names
nor did she I gather

how are you?
still teaching?

I should ask
still studying?
or not

As I let go of the door and
engaged in the predictable
banter about life
in the intervening years

I read the subtext
we are both invested
in the same journey
I just gave a push

and she flew younger

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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