Bubbles, number two sharpened pencils, filling in
a circle is a completely honorable way to ensure
that no child is left behind.
Brain cramps, hand cramps, sore butts and graphite
stained fingertips.
Eraser shavings stick to wool but
more importantly a lack of proficiency leads
to missed annual yearly progress, which they say
means you are not doing your job.
School standards, local standards, district standards
and state standards, don’t forget his national standards.
Friends become proctors,
teachers become robots.
My knee’s begin to shake
and I can no
longer
stand up.
Ski boots remain untied in the hall, a hula-hoop
lays hopeless, strewn upon the school yard, as a
snowball slowly melts into a puddle of its own
resting upon the shaded window sill.
Fresh air blows through an open window, scores
become compromised by the freedoms of afar.
Students listen to the wind for answers and see
the problems carved upon the birch.
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