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Classroom Owls
The dreamers are here amongst us
watching how dust motes sing
in a flute of light
Children of their own worlds
quaint as Minerva birds, they frustrate
the most earnest of educational assault
For they are peace lovers at heart
and wish to be left in their own muse
as they look at you from strange angles
They are not troublesome, do not
throw paper darts or pass notes
to each other behind their desks
And it’s not that they’re ill behaved,
when accosted they will look at you
and smile a misty spangled smile
And you think that they hear you
but they don’t, their ears attuned
to some distant tongue, a broadcast
From behind a sky of frosted glass
music from two dancing moons
revolving round some undiscovered sun
Transmitting past the speed of light
and you sigh, inscribe their record cards
with ‘doesn’t concentrate’ or ‘needs to improve’
Or simply ‘Albert can do better’
© Johnmichael Simon
2011
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