Wind



The wind blew through the open window.
The evening maintenance man and the cleaning lady stared
as it scattered hundreds of papers across the classroom on the 4th floor.
Clearly, this was not their intent when they opened it for air.
Nor would it have been the intent
of the teachers and students of the Middle School
who had been struggling for months
to keep every sheet of paper
from every class
in order
in a binder
that grew thicker and thicker
until today


Han-hua Chang
12/2/2006