Learning Curve
yellow bus stroking the
curves
on a concrete highway
windows wide open grabbing air
for a field trip in an early May
heat blast
with very
short khakis spouting lean legs
the teacher's aide
led me down a stream along a shaded path
steeped in the backwoods element she
crouched barefoot in a pool
scooping crystal water with her cupped hands
what she couldn't get into her mouth spilled on
her nose and chin,
trickled down her chest
and I realized she was naked underneath that
half buttoned shirt
but I couldn't stop staring
while she lingered like a living sculpture with
droplets on her dark tipped mounds
poem by Lee Crowell
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