Jerry

I watch you

pop your knuckles

examine your hands

shuffle your papers.

Anything, it seems

to stay away from the

dreaded task at hand.

I observe that you tickle your chin as you think.

..but I wonder what you think about.

Your hand tap taps as you decide

if Shakespeare has your attention

or not.

A solemn face

and bowed head,

a push up of the glasses, a chew of the cud..

Jerry

I watch you as though through the 

mud.

Nothing I see can tell me

as much

as listening to you before class

talk about 'thus and such'

Welcome, you, to our third period,

where tension laughs loudly

and pretends not to exist.

clr 2011