Peyton is not sure,
and neither am I,
what time it is when school starts.
Is it when we arrive,
or when we leave that we learn?
Is soccer a bane, or a blessing to blame?
Is there a mother's hand inside
a puppet, or does the
puppet have a puppet of her own?
The world will swirl 'round as Peyton hits the ground, and
her final round of soccer bends its head and with shame, shuffles out the door,
as Peyton's shouting follows it all the way.
Tardy, says the teacher.
Tardy again.
CLR 2013