Verses for Vocation: Summer Break
A final trilling of the bell and the rush to the lockers.
Classmates weaving, waving, shouting through clutter in the halls.
Miss Swanson, arms crossed, has that harried look that grown-ups get:
Disapproval and relief and stifled laughter all at once.
Jerry throws his spiral notebooks in the air like oversized confetti.
In one smooth motion, Susan rolls her eyes and hugs joy and signs Felipe’s yearbook.
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