One day some words escaped from her.
She didn't want to let them go,
those adolescent, spirited things,
but she was writing with a pencil,
and the words slipped out from the tip
and stole across the paper.
She knew she couldn't call them back
once they had broken free.
My poor student simply sat at her desk
and watched these undomesticated words
as they swaggered in her essay
like springtime.
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