someone sneezes, a pen clicks
the chair creaks
And another second slowly ticks away
a sentence full of noise
paper rustles, a pointless question
And another second slowly ticks away
a sip of coffee
glazed eyes, dull silence
And another second slowly ticks away
a hand rubs a forehead
a doodle, the professor sleeps in the corner
And another second slowly ticks away
so goes another session on anti-racism
I don't think this is quite what they had in mind.
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When I first read this poem, I accidently read the last line as: "I don't think this is quite what they had in my mind."
ReplyDelete:) I think that would work, too.