When they are done
They walk up to my desk
Ever so slightly unassured
And pass in their completed papers
One after another
Staggered by effort
And ability
The first papers
Are placed uniformly
Parallel
To the corners of my desk
But soon
Placed in haste
They begin to break down
Each a slight variation on disorder
And if I don’t interrupt
on their behalf
Grabbing the whole of it
And letting its own weight
Slide down on its edge
Lifting and falling
Smashing them down
Over and again
Until they all fall
Back into line
The entirety
Of the previous order
Would be
Unrecognizable
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