Feb
20
Mr. H., the substitute taught for one brief week.
Though he covered every subject first he’d mix them Then he’d speak.
A smattering of history would be woven in with arts;
some math and english fused but lacking punctuation parts.
He appeared so shy and quiet that it truly was a feat
that he could teach hard subjects and have us leaning on our seats
He dazzled without effort, he broke rules and took a bow.
We loved his class, we learned and learned but didn’t know just how.
The last day of high chemistry he made a purple haze.
He was gone before it lifted though it hung around for days.
The faculty convened and realized after awhile
the genius of one gypsy, academic, voodoo child.
