Learning Experience

I once taught my best class
with no students present
on the snowiest day
of December.

My lecture was buttressed
with statistics and facts
and quotes from the
most expert authorities.

I pointed to maps
and referenced pie charts
with the red dot from my
remote laser beam.

I wrote on the board
with a furious passion
in black and
in blue and
in red.

I clicked my way through
MPEGs and WAVs,
projecting the almighty
PowerPoint show for
the entire classroom
to feel.

At last, I spun tales
of my own precious exploits
to weld theory to life
amidst my tears
and guffaws.

And when I was done,
still no one was there,
and I marveled over
what could have
been learned.

Randy Boone resides in the pastoral beauty of Kunkletown, Pennsylvania. He can usually be found lurking about thrift stores, coffee shops or the great outdoors. His recent publications include poems in Three Line Poetry, Red Poppy Review, Long Story Short, The Penwood Review, Time of Singing, Shemom, and Glimpse.

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