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.
Copyright © Yonah Jeong | Year Posted 2023
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