another year

her mind is elsewhere.
can you blame
her.
work is upon her.
a new school year.
another class,
another flock of
children,
another book to open.
her mind wanders
as she slips into her dress,
her shoes, pins her
hair back
and stares into
the mirror
before leaving,
the sun not quite up,
she starts her car,
backs out of the driveway.
an hour there,
another year ahead.