Heat Soaked

These heat soaked days take me back

to my first days of teaching. It was late

August in newly integrated Alabama,

pre-airconditioning. I was twenty seven.

Suddenly a fight broke out between two guys,

one white, one black. It was the end of the day.

I had had it. I stormed over, pulled them apart,

and yelled, “Stop it. Just stop it.” A stunned silence

filled the room as they sat back down. The silence

grew even stronger when I added,

“You just have to understand.

I simply do not do well in heat.”

That class never gave me any more trouble,

but from then on, even in the cold of winter,

one of them would ask how I was doing in heat.

                                                                                                                                                                                           JDG

 

 

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One comment on “Heat Soaked

  1. Janie Bowe says:

    😂❤️👍

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