in school, bored.
staring
out the window
at spring.
the teacher at the front
of room,
bored too,
but continuing to write
on the blackboard
with her white chalk.
she wanted
to go home too.
the clock would never
move,
the black hands
defying
the laws of gravity
and physics.
all the things we were
supposed to learn
and understand.
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