The Manchester Review
Andrew Jamison
Four Poems
Poetry
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Bigger Picture


Opened-window evening air keeps me awake
through another bout of lesson planning,
another struggle with objectives, outcomes
and all the other terminologies
shoved down the trainee’s neck, term after term,
interminably. Somewhere a sun is setting,
a sea is falling over itself to reach a shore,
a sky is darkening only to set a city alight
as here tomorrow darkens the door.
Does Day have a focus or a target
which is measurable, achievable,
is it bearing in mind the bigger picture?
And when the night is all stars and moonlight
is this good, satisfactory or inadequate?


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