Ode to a Whiteboard

Scorching letters
on a screaming blackboard
echoing long past lessons.
A pi sign creeping shyly
behind a bold letter H;
Christopher Columbus
lurking somewhere in between.
Red, green, orange, blue,
bright marker colors scribbled
and erased in a jumbled cyclone of color,
all for my wandering eyes to see,
the teacher’s voice piled somewhere
in a dark corner of my memory.