while students write i consider outside the classroom window the fall of leaves spinning in the sun down to ground zero bright red bright yellow like wobbling rockets out of fuel i glance back to tell my students a money's worth about hernias, trusses and prolapsed bladders explaining nineteenth century newspaper ads and while my mouth works like some movie with sound fadeout my mind brings up childhood as now it often does waiting for a bus on a bleak dark day--what other kinds were there-- in autumnal charlton standing in the rain beside the panes of a gentleman's appliance shop a forbidden and forbidding place where no one under twenty one was allowed we boys wondered if pornography was in there or maybe they kept a fallen woman beneath the counter and we raced leaves our gazes intent upon the gutter David Ritchie, Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html