Today, it’s snowing outside his classroom window,
it all feels like some kind of April Fool’s Day joke.
He thinks of those comparisons to Andrew Wyeth,
his use of light and shadows to illuminate the canvas.
All of that, hidden now in the back of the closet behind
bins of old cassette tapes and Christmas decorations.
It bothers him most when he sits in this place all alone,
without his noisy students, his few friends, or his family.
He dreamed of studying in
but ended up back here, where he started 25 years ago.
Surrounded by Mr. Sketch scented markers, crayons,
paper mache, watercolor projects, green modeling clay.
Posters of the Great Ones hang around the room to
provide background on Dali, Cassatt, Kahlo, and Escher.
As a young man, he’d point at them and tell his teacher-
One day you can hang my picture on the wall with them.