High School #7

I struggle thru the din

of restless morning voices

And listen to the polices

Of grade A student choices

I'm neither type today

(as most days I am not)

I'm writing on dictionaries and desks

And tying my shoelace in knots

I'm parrying all of the homework

That graduation doesn't require

Drifting in ideas of mid-day adventure

Or up-north midnight fires

Insatiable energy builds in the hours

A city is calling my name;

There's ladders to be climbed!

There's Pathways to discover!
But at school

I'm busy wasting a day.