/ Poetry /
And what did they come bringing you this year?
And what would you have wished for,
had you even been asked?
And what would be the proper response? 'Nothing, thanks.' 'I've everything I need, thank you kindly.'
'Thank you for asking; couldn't be better.'
My young student when I posed the same question
stood up on a chair to show me how long
she'd wish her hair to be
beyond her little bottom, to mid-thigh
the very place my gray chemise
grazed my legs the first time
I danced for you
morning light pouring through
my inner sun at last matched
by the light of day.