The walk from my house to the waiting shed.
Sir William’s smile as he sees me from afar.
The coaster’s door wide open,
while the air conditioner is turned to max.
The line of students near Vargas.
“Hi, Sir Vince!” “Hi, Sir Vince!”
The words FOOT FETISH handwritten on the whiteboard.
An eraser flying across the room.
Sean. Eyes all red. At the back.
Stomping feet and music above.
The long walk to the CR.
A guard knocking at the door between my lecture
to deliver food.
My dear student asking for my food
for whom I would say, “Go on, take it.”
Empty chairs and tables.
Time ticking toward the next Tuesday.