My student, late to class
Candice Kelsey
for Kristina
She tosses herself
into my classroom
a few seconds late
not so much a beach ball
as a fistful of dust
colorful and airborne
a quasi-Nepalese celebration.
She asks permission to share
the magical reason
for her tardiness:
A mountainous neon
floral print bean bag
labeled FREE
on the curb of 23rd
she could not refuse.
And while I listen
to this flutter of youth
in all its wild tensions
between task and surprise,
I slowly close my lap top
to forgo today’s PowerPoint
lesson on the beauty of poetry.