Twenty to four —
how much more
can we reel into dizzy brains before
the bell rings?
Ten to four —
how much more
can we spin from busy brains before
the bell goes?
Will the twists of thought
linking teacher and taught
break at the yell
of the hometime bell
and hurl
every cultured pearl
into dusty corners? Or
will each boy, each girl
save an irridescent phrase
in their wordhoard: beads of light
to brighten life’s dreary days?