My Second Year
The recess bell screeches loudly
Students cramped in quarters
dismiss the high pitch
Ding dong repeatedly it fires
No one surrenders
You and I dazzled
Speak with eyes only
Seldom twitching, gazing still
Time trickles down in sinewy
streams of desire
we are fixed , motionless
This ten minute break bleeds
through the souls of our feet
breaking our silence
We retreat to separate rooms
troubling distance between us.
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Copyright © Beverly Briatico | Year Posted 2006
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