[this is a poem i wrote for the modern day academic...but a good friend of mine, taking up his PhD in some hot shot field of chemistry in some hot shot ivy league school in the US says it's about him. fine fine. maybe, maybe not)
when we were little you would doodle comets and jupiter
in the last pages of your notebook.
i would draw mountains and rivers and rising suns
on the wooden schooldesk.
well, now..of course
i can’t draw blue whales on my students’ exam essays.
but, you can’t draw rockets headed for mars on your case analysis, either.
but i can still make star-trails on the office floor.
you? *sly smile*
what can you still do?
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