The Most Sensitive


In an old half-round classroom with ascending rows
of seats           the observing teacher says
"from Vehlona’s writing
 we can tell something about her

that she is
the most sensitive person
               in the class”

and Vehlona
         embarrassed
                                                 to be so exposed

flees the wooden seats             into the streets             and 
Pahn sitting near       hurls himself from the room
desperately
to catch her and tell her

he doesn’t know what he will say

                                to tell her

                                              to tell her
 
He can’t bear
            to let such a sensitivity                                           
 fade from his life                                                         

            down a road                                         

                   into distance                                      
                      and be gone                                    

                        for always…                                     

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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