the third grade report card

i find my third grade report card

in a box

that my mother had

in her basement.

i read the report.

he's a day dreamer.

seems lost in thought.

stares out the window

a lot.

keeps teasing the girl

in front of him.

pulls her pig tails on

occasion

and passes her notes.

strangely he finds everything

unusually funny, 

using humor to

deflect his anxiety

and fears.

he likes to read, and write,

but he

doesn't talk much.

he can't wait for recess

and at lunch

he eats his dessert first.

if he tries, he does well,

but he's just so distracted

by the girls

and what's outside

the window.

he seems bored with 

the school work, except

when i turn the lights

off and read to the class

with their heads

on their desks.

please have a talk with him.

we'd like him to join

in with the rest of the class.

he's too young to be so distant

and aloof.