again today in high school art class
students with oversized sketch pads
sit on the floor
turn towards a long hallway
and learn how to draw that vanishing point
Again today, see how the whole world,
your entire life,
is both exactly itself and a metaphor
Imagine the careless freedom
being young enough
to sit down on that floor and disregard
boot salt and candy wrappers and eraser dust
Imagine a class
where you can practice
over and over
until you learn
perspective
Puff Of Smoke Poems 