Algebra II Tests And Sunny Skies
A calculator is set off to the side
As he furiously scribbles on the page in front of him,
Trying to finish.
There’s nothing but the buzz of fluorescent lights
In this classroom after school.
Paper shuffles and a breeze startles the blinds,
His concentration dissolving as they smack into the wall.
And he sits up again,
Chewing a stick of gum quietly,
Thinks of his prison of parabolas,
He erases, then scribbles some more,
Finishing his test,
Wishing for naught more than the freedom of a soccer field.