almost there

the teacher stares
at her calendar,
her mind wandering towards
wine
and beaches,
the finish line is so close.
just months away.
the children
look out the windows
with glazed eyes
on this early
warm morning.
hard to crack a book
and recite poetry
when the cherry blossoms
are in bloom,
the trees becoming green,
and full,
or learn
why a frog lays eggs,
difficult to
concentrate
on an obtuse angle,
an equation
waiting to be solved.
there is so much more
to learn
outside these walls,
if they'd let us.