Chatter

For such small birds, the chatter is great.

On a day so sunny, the students can't wait,

Think, or apply the least concentration

Save for one in the back, who plots humiliation,

An act my heart might see as worth hanging on,

Which she'll drop, leaving me hanging and gone,

But the students up front, eyes and jaws going slack

Show not any regard for the noise in the back.

Even the teacher seems dazed by the sun

and the birds in the trees who claim summer's begun.