And so.
Three years have passed
since the boy raced into ninth grade,
late every day
from gym class,
sweating—never apologizing
for his own view of reality.
Now he has grown
into a soldier, a man
who loves a woman.
But still,
he holds disdain
for silence, for teachers,
and agitates them both
with constant motion—
body and soul.
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