michael cutty
~
michael cutty comes to class
every day
in jeans a blue work shirt
a gray v-neck sweater worn thin
he never says a word
rarely looks up when he does
i see large brown eyes with long lashes
a sad expression
every day he slides into his chair
sits quietly says little the stillest of waters
running deep
i say hi his eyes briefly meet mine and look away
i know what the others are thinking and i don't care
i can't guess what michael cutty is thinking and i do
~
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2016-02-05 at 05:56
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