Gone Fishing
Daily, I am a
specially educated teacher
profoundly challenged,
not really
these ghostlike souls.
Watch us carefully,
invisible
between
the sheets of your music.
Dancing our eyes
repetitiously in silent
song.
Please do not presume!
We will not be your red
fish, blue fish or green.
We are only the beginnings
and endings
of many questions
unfathomable
from where
we were last seen.
We can never be caught.
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