We celebrate Taco Tuesday
under the picnic shelter
beside the football field.
Around us,
rain slices through the gray day.
Drops ping on the pavilion roof.
In the distance,
seventh graders slosh across the sidewalk...
trudging, skipping, stomping toward electives.
We unwrap foil-covered tortillas
filled with spicy chicken,
thick with cheese.
We lift our plastic water bottles...
a toast to Tuesdays
and rain-soaked leaves.
We make a second toast
to our newly retired math teacher
who looks ten years younger...
and who misses us enough
to bring us tacos
even on a rainy day.
I can almost smell and taste those tacos. Love the strong verbs in this. really brings it to life.
ReplyDeleteNow that is a great friend! Wonderfully specific words to create mental images! Now I'm longing for a taco. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThis is a special colleague who keeps returning for company, perhaps? I love that you created a poem in tribute.
ReplyDeleteNow, I am rethinking dinner plans - tacos sound delicious, especially those your friend brought you!
ReplyDeleteNow, I am rethinking dinner plans - tacos sound delicious, especially those your friend brought you!
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