A boy with long black hair,
he wears army jackets
and
listens to his ipod on the bus.
It was back in may,
when you started working
at the elementary school,
showing children how to paint
with brushes, not thumbs.
Everyday,
you come home from work on the 18A,
paint-splattered, jeans worn in the crotch and knees.
And everyday,
he has his sketchbook and
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