No one really knows
How well I know
the inner workings
of the sixth grade
mind.
It is rare
to find a twelve year old
these days
who isn't obsessed
with technology
who isn't thinking
at all times
of something
other than what is
expected of him
If I appeal
to
their joy of the screen
Their amusement
with bouncing
from meme
to video
from mouse
to pad
from printing
to copying
and pasting
the originality
creativity
uniqueness
is lost
if I expect them
to write a piece
on their very own
with paper
with pencil
with whole notes
and half notes
with sharps
and flats
with ostinatos
and treble and bass
clefs
Sighs, complaints,
impossibility reigns
I persevere
and hope
for, if not the best
then, with the technology
the better
And I must
be satisfied.
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