Thursday the 12th
Who stood there for so long
Between the road and the paved walkway
On the unmown grass as each child streamed by?
At ease, or mostly, for the prints are deep, and a casual
Shoulder width apart. Long there he stood, and not prepared
To run; yet the edges slur the grass as if he shifted
Weight from foot to foot, contained energy reined
By watchfulness. So he stood guard.
In the far corner of the school field
While morning did undizzy circles
in children’s shoes, each trip around
that gear of laughter pulleying the sun a few
Minutes higher up the year’s first flawless sky.