When first they ushered me into that hall
To take my place on a cheap fold-out seat,
My eyes clamped shut, and so missed all
The conjured stillness of the school: young feet
Unshuffled, heads dropped down in donned respect,
And teachers, too — attendant, cramped in rows
Of less observant hush. A time to reflect
On whispers, echoed hymns, light-cold windows.
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