AugPoWriMo 31

The first day of school 
photos in my feed 
will just not stop 

nor will I let them 
I insist on every flick 
of my wrist another 

half masked reveler 
in their chalkboard attire 
proclaiming their faith 

in attainable goals like 
moving back and forth 
between one room to 

the next and home again 
within the same circle 
of almost nearly friends 

sharing ideas and air 
not squares filled in 
by some faceless study 

of how shambolic this
whole enterprise became 
how we in our infinite 

wisdom lead lambs to 
laughter hoping in our 
second language classes

the s pronounced is silent