Outside the window here’s what I see—
the sun touching the grass and the tall streching trees.
Pink rhododendrons are visited by bees and butterflies
It’s like a parade, wonderful to the eyes.
But I am trapped in a cold gray room,
restless and surrounded by gloom.
The algebra equation on the board is such an unnatural thing.
I bounce my leg under the desk while I wait for the bell to ring.
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