The Universal Classroom

Dandelion butterflies

glisten in the afternoon sunlight.

A vision in my mind

reminds me of the field scene in 1984.

A dark, secret place

separate from civilization

where shadows meet

torsos lay

heads disappear

and tall green grass protects.

I can’t see your face

or your face

and he wants it that way.

Red and white checkered shirts


And denim jeans remain


in a snapshot of literary genius.

In the universal classroom

I see minds grasping

but only a few

will find




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