The New English Teacher
You know how it is in September
The first day back
Trying to come to terms with the new colour scheme
The wall, immaculate in magnolia
Doors, the worse for blue
Who’s new you wonder
As you notice the empty locker
Cleaned out except for the rubber band
And the heavily pencilled copy
Of ‘Getting to grips with English’
A limp handshake
And you feel as if you knew Miss Brody all your life
The little hen like movements of the head
The turn of phrase
The play on words are all so familiar
That you suddenly find yourself
Scanning the picture of last years staff outing
Trying to find a place for her in the line up,
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