My colleagues speak of their students -
how it is, they say, that freshmen
can't write because freshmen
don't know enough about any one thing
to write about it well....
but my third-grader comes home from
with her box of 96 crayons and speaks
a world of words I've never imagined:
fuchsia & thistle pink
burnt sienna & magic mint
unmellow yellow & rainforest green
Tumbleweed, sisal & atomic tangerine,
radical red & razzle-dazzle rose,
outrageous orange & electric lime,
purple pizzazz & laser lemon jazz.
World enough for me -
but my daughter?
she's interested in mastery
she wants to go back
to the crayon store,
wants a bucket, not a box,
wants more and more and more.