CLAUDIA EMERSON
Headmaster
He rocks up onto the balls of his feet‚
clears his throat to lead the assembly
with a voice more familiar than their fathers’‚
brothers’, those distant as only kin can be. The girls
surround him‚ the youngest sitting on the floor‚ close
enough to notice in his loafers the clean‚
empty slits where the pennies are supposed to go.
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