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Summer School

Sweat drips off the second hand.
Humidity tries to drag time backwards
As the clock struggles to tick.

I sit at my desk fanning myself with my class schedule
Wishing it were a train schedule taking me anywhere but here.

Doors, windows, and books wide open, but no breeze blows the pages.
And outside the same sun that raises oppressive waves of heat from the asphalt parking lot
shines high and bright and most of all hot above the beach bathers mere miles down the road.

Students shuffle to their desks,
Twisting through aisles arranged
Like lines at Disneyland.

My head aches from forcing my thoughts through the haze.
Listening to lectures,
words lost in the ether
While teacher and I watch the clock.


(Comments, suggestions for revision, or anything else welcome.)

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disbandedtoastr
Feb. 13th, 2010 04:33 pm (UTC)
i meant to comment on this, and my computer crashed! Then I forgot that i was gonna comment! Doh!
Anyway, this is a great poem! You're an *awesome* poet April. I might (mostly-unwittingly) be able to write funny things, but it would be extremely hard for me to write something like this that paints such a vivid mind picture. You make it seem effortless! I could really visualize the heat through your words.

You should collect all the one's you've written, and your haiku and get John to make a book. =o) I'd buy it!
madladyred
Feb. 13th, 2010 10:02 pm (UTC)
You just soooooo made my day. :) :) :)
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