The wooden paddle
In the bottom drawer
Of the principal’s desk—
A tardiness warning.
The teasing classmate
Who swears he saw
You waiting for the city bus—
Two towns away.
The ex-neighbor’s favor—
A recent utility bill
Presented to the school
As proof of residence.
The sacrifices
For living
Out of district.
1 comments:
Writing a poem a day keeps getting harder and harder. Have a good weekend gentlemen!
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