by Rachel Rooney
A girl in our class has a faraway look
Head in the clouds. Nose in a book.
Tiptoes around. The soles of her feet
Are raw from the playground's heat.
A girl in our class has an expert eye.
Views the world in black and white.
Open and shut. Her wide eyes blink.
Sharpens her pencil. Thinks.
A girl in our class has pale, thin skin.
Bones of a bird. Heart on a string.
She's over there, in the shade of a tree.
Won't come down until three.
Last updated March 07, 2023