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Today's poem is by Ted Kooser

Student

The green shell of his backpack makes him lean
into wave after wave of responsibility,
and he swings his stiff arms and cupped hands,

paddling ahead. He has extended his neck
to its full length, and his chin, hard as a beak,
breaks the cold surf. He's got his baseball cap on

backward as up he crawls, out of the froth
of a hangover and onto the sand of the future,
and lumbers, heavy with hope, into the library.



Copyright © 2004 Ted Kooser All rights reserved
from Delights & Shadows
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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