A collaborative poem
Stop for a moment in between the glittery faces casting fleeting shadows among vacant lockers and doors and windows, shifting among a void... (Rebecca Niola)
As I first entered the school and walked into Auto Shop, I was greeted by: the smells of fresh car parts waiting to be installed; the sounds of engines coming to life, happily, as if they have been waiting for years to be used; and the sight of expensive tools everywhere. That's when I realized that today would be great... (Anthony B.)
When I walked into Shop this morning, I was greeted once again with the familiar smells of gasoline and exhaust fumes, and oil and the fishy smell of radiator fluid left over from a previous job. I noticed all the cars and trucks awaiting to be fixed up and to get ready for the road... (Robert A. Chomicky III)
The moment I walk into the school I see it all. I see children traveling to their classes like a school of fish. I see couples in corners huddled together like mammals in winter huddling for warmth. I see the occasional student with his eyes glued to his phone the way a tiger keeps its eyes glued to its prey. And I immediately head to class.