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Cotton Swabs
Here come the bashful beginners In their newly unpackaged lab coats, Wielding cotton swabs like magic wands, Hunting the halls and stairways in search of bacteria.
The unaccustomed passer-by might shy away, Afraid the swabs might probe some body cavity. But that comes later in the semester. When only the lab partners have cause to fear.
The students avoid the toilets. The custodian has ruined that experiment. Unlike the stair rails, elevator buttons and door knobs Which await, unspoiled by disinfectant.
They will spread their soiled swabs on discs of jelly And come back for the next class early, As they once awoke at dawn to see the Petunia seed Break through the carefully watered earth.
Perhaps the swabs are magic after all, Abracadabra and small spots appear, Conjured as by countless wizards gone before, In their own rite of passage. |
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