It is the beginning of the school day
down the small drive
came children.
Sky holds its
breath in surprise
I threw my bag down
cautiously, so cautiously
I touched the animal
who looked at me
With eyes like a scared puppy.
Against these turbid skies
the dark and luminous balloons
rise, reel like dancing girls.
I clutched my bag
gingerly, so gingerly
I tiptoed towards the creature
who looked at me
with eyes like a baby rabbit
in the lunch time queue
Down the long hungry line
the table winces
teachers gape in surprise
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Turbid- an unusual word and well chosen.