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Saturday Creative Writing Class for Fifth Grade Kids
by Earl Coleman

Samantha reads to us. She glows like fuel rods, with summer spent. I'm badly smitten. Not with lines she's written, but with her pert beret on bobbed black hair. She's grown. I follow her tale blindly in my dotage as she leads me on with honey voice, vacation-darkened skin, exposed perhaps on sand where she had innocently dreamed and unembarrassedly permitted sun to kiss her as the tide came in.

Is she aware I'm swept up and away like so much jetsam, waterlogged and foundering, her amber words as always lambent, plangent as the foam? I'm tossed about not by the story's denouement, development of character and plot, but by her style, the woman-ness that blossoms right before my eyes as though she is an early iris pushing past the frost through unresistant loam.

Stephen offers up appraisal of her work as I have taught him, forthright, kind, no longer hers but ours now she's released it, let it float to us, a bobbing bottle in its anonymity, with wrinkled map and call for help inside.

And I am in the groves of academe with Plato where the sunlight blinds arthritic olive trees and lush green hills, and marvel how he held his youthful students tight as he grew old. Was he besotted in his way as I, my finger trembling toward some Tadzio in surf hip-high, staring back at me to lead me on, even as I guide him safely past the bar?

I call on Sarah May.

(Published by Northeast, 1/16/02.)


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