Déjà Vu (all over, again)

I felt a finger poking my side…

Yes… this poem has a story, and it is not about Her. It is about an assignment I gave last week to a poetry class I teach. The assignment was to use three words, pick, skill and balloon in an original poem to work on as homework. They were to bring the finished poem to class and read it the following week. I also created a poem based on those same three words. I read the poem to the…