summer school

it's easy, but just
being there is hard.
no one cares.
the books are opened
like lead weights,
outside it's hot.
it's nice.
everyone else is running
wild.
summer school.
and these teachers
making a few extra
dollars to tide them
over. blinking
their tired eyes,
yawning
at the clock.
no one wants to be there,
but there you are
with bonehead english,
spelling and history,
math
and chemistry,
slugging it out
for a grade that lets
you pass
and move on to your
life, such as it is
or will be.