Hunched over his desk eyes darting to empty chairs,

dented globe, plants drying in the sun

surveying the room where year after year he’s spent so many hours,

so many days.

Probing the desk drawers

he rediscovers decades of lessons

yellowed like biblical scrolls,

thank you notes from grateful parents,

an engraved and tarnished pen.

He cups his head in his hand

removes his glasses and stows his treasures in a cardboard box.

Shuffling toward the door

he contemplates the chalk batons

he’ll wield no more.

Colossi is a resident of East Windsor, and is a member of the Twin Rivers Writers’ Group.

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