The poet dreams of the classroom
I dreamed
I stood up in class
And I said aloud:
Teacher,
Why is algebra important?
Sit down, he said.
Then I dreamed
I stood up
And I said:
Teacher, I’m weary of the turkeys
That we have to draw every fall.
May I draw a fox instead?
Sit down, he said.
Then I dreamed
I stood up once more and said:
Teacher,
My heart is falling asleep
And it wants to wake up.
It needs to be outside.
Sit down, he said.