Recess Rebellion
The recess
bell rang
twenty minutes
ago but
he still
sits rocking
on the
playground swing.
No one
acknowledges
his rebellion
except a
young girl
in the
first grade
at the
pencil sharpener,
staring at
him thru
the
classroom window.

The recess
bell rang
twenty minutes
ago but
he still
sits rocking
on the
playground swing.
No one
acknowledges
his rebellion
except a
young girl
in the
first grade
at the
pencil sharpener,
staring at
him thru
the
classroom window.
Filed under poems & short jabs