Tardy Day

overslept playing on the way to school Class started after a while Opened the door to the back classroom little by little Opening little by little while pushing in my head trying to enter without anyone noticing I just come face to face I met the teacher eyes whole body froze even the heart My head jumbled with "It's too late. Go home. You bastard." The teacher smiled at me She pointed to an empty seat Very lightly like a best ballerina walked over and sat down How beautiful was teacher's back At that time more than morning sunshine touched me Until now the same.