Daniel Wilcox

Divergent Learning


After our oldest son comes down serious
On the hard-won aisle and receives his diploma,
His flat mortarboard capped on his head 
Its long green tassel hanging down to his nose,
 
Our struggling 7-year-old comes up grinning
Into the crowded study of our home with a manual,
His large iguana sitting perched on his head
Its green-threaded tail hanging down to his chin—

Look, Dad, I'm a graduate.

—Daniel Wilcox

Previously published in Abandoned Towers, September 2008.

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