End of a Deam
by MJD
by MJD
Uh uh awake.
Hand arced
Slamming the clock
Once twice thrice
And more
Still snoozing
Roommate grunts,
No sorry
No time.
Class! At nine
Apple—off to class
Nervous returning
Two weeks vacation
Everyone anxious—
Paid them no thought
Except for this one
And this one lent.
Girl at my left—
Prepared.
Everyone—
Prepared.
Wielding calculators.
Enthusiasm mocked.
Why? I ask.
Handout was passed.
What? I ask.
Why? I ask too.
I learn.
...
Alas…it was a test!
Testing what?
I do not know
I had not been.
Silly question.
What the hell is this? I ask
Loudly—for all to hear
Presented with a stern gaze.
And the paper was passed.
I knew her faking deafness:
A new tactic I would need
The question and flurry—vain
Profanities did not yield her.
My things! I thought and looked
Notebook, laptop, textbook, clicker!
I grasped the notebook. Fly!
The spiral-bound projectile flew
Into the podium—flying
Next the books and laptop.
All flew and hit—progress
Certainly! No test today!
She continued her work—
Shrapnel, paper and plastic—ignored.
The tests were passed, even to me.
Out of tactics—I resigned.
I took the test and finished
In two minutes, I was done.
Done with my dreams.
And that is where I left them
Plastic and all.
