First Class

First Class, Haibun Poetry

 Haibun Poetry

 

Rich walks me to room 252, finishing some comment as he opens a steel, fire-rated door. I enter, and he closes that door behind me.

Fifteen Black and Hispanic teens look up. Some dress in worn flannels over T-shirts. Others wear white tank-tops with lots of “bling.” Nearly all of them wear baggy jeans off their hips. The youngest-looking could pass for twenty. Their indifferent eyes measure me as they sit in silence.

I swallow hard. I am their teacher; they wait for me.

No one else is coming.

September morning
Gold chains and fire-rated doors
Glisten in sunlight

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Photograph by Ryan McGuire

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Frank J. Tassone

I fell in love with writing ever since I wrote my first short story at the age of 12 and my first poem in high school. My free-verse has appeared in the literary e-zine Pif. My haibun has been published in Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online (CHO) and Contemporary Haibun, CHO's annual print anthology. I am honored to be a part of the Image Curve community as a contributing poet.

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  • Lucas Howard

    “Their indifferent eyes measure me as they sit in silence.

    I swallow hard. I am their teacher; they wait for me.

    No one else is coming.”

    As a teacher, I know this feeling all too well.