back in classrooms early 1970s, we
learned teacher fed
   raw digitz
while still raw.

Saturday morning, a few months [?] later—
there was no such learning
   earlier tonight
   unless you count
      young Rhys.
"red hand stop, green man go"
and he caught on with surprising speed.

I knew your mom before you were born,
kid.
I knew footfalls and trigonometry
   Merlots and cobblestones of Pioneer
   Square
after so many years
   you would think
      the learning stops the mind
   a chilled host
every black on white penguin pen stroke
   leaps across avenues of your mind
   whether or not it sees green man go