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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 50


They’re watching me.
I relax; this is where
I’m meant to be.

Teaching a class,
reading poetry,
explaining why

and how I create.
Relating to students
in night school

middle school
from foreign lands
foreign streets

foreign beliefs.
But in the moment
we’re community.

Their intent faces
reveal trust;
we unearth chemistry.

My words the beacon
of this peace.

  Amy Barone