6/14/11 Poem …….“Mr. Oguro”
He seemed rather out of place in a school
where children were running amuck.
His finely pressed linen slacks, crisp white shirt
sat perfectly in his teachers’ chair.
His eloquent speech, slow and purposeful.
Its rhythm hypnotized me, like the beckoning beat of a pahu drum.
Eloquently words rolled off his tongue,
like bait on my grandpa’s fishing pole.
Read and take me away from my daily anguish.
Sister and brother flailing like wind socks,
sweep me into the Islands of Crete.
Walk into uncharted waters, my window into a new land, never going.
With a book in one hand and orchestrating with the other, looming vocals go loud to soft,
his hefty build commanding attention.
His pursed lips bearly moved as he influenced his students’ rituals for their lifetime.
Obvious that he belonged anywhere else, he mysteriously weaved an intentional rhythmic tone,
revealing the secrets.
Color represented his authority,
darkness of hell unleashed
vanity is the downfall of every talented and gifted son
another man’s child in his house, he forever changed my life.
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