Trace chalk dust memorializes
my childhood blackboard. Washable,
no-muss markers replace broken
crayons in tin cans in my old
Chicago brick school house.
Capital and lower-case cursive
letters on my elementary class
walls pushed penmanship, no
longer required by tech teaching
and digitized communication.
I input my password on today’s
screen to catch news bytes, poke
family and friends, travel to virtual
Ireland, and print anything – guns to
gowns, from my 3D printer. The only
scene that hasn’t changed since
I was a Windy City school girl is
the news – Russian-American tension,
Arab-Israeli conflict, world hunger,
end-of-the-world pollution. Will there
be an app developed to fix
the human condition?
© Patsy Asunción, 2018
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| Abandoned school in New Orleans Photo by Tiffany Bailey from Wikimedia Commons |
