CW10 Draft # 1

Hovering voices
dissolve in the heat
Chalk dust dance
like evening fairies
Only the ticking
and tocking persist
Along with whispers
from swaying trees

The lingering aroma
of dead pasture
Drags my senses
away from the teacher
People outside
are playing soccer
Once in a while
I wake up from their laughter

While I'm here stuck
and burning on my seat
Listening to the tick-tock
a lullaby beat