The Professor

He came scurrying into the room.

Ten minutes late –

Again.

He fumbles through his briefcase

and runs his fingers through

his tousled, wind-blown hair.

He faces the class and smiles

his sheepish grin.

He explains –

Again –

why he’s not quite organized

and the reason for his tardiness.

but,

with vigor and enthusiasm,

he comes up with a brainstorm

and enchants the class,

with a brilliant,

interesting, unprepared lecture.

Again.

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