POEM #12

A POEM FROM INSIDE A YR 12 STUDY CLASS

10am sunlight
          spilling all
around me,
turning carpet
     into a few
        bright stanzas.

Open texts
          and Macs
stare at four
         silent students
craving pools,
     fooling,
           schoolies.

The moon-faced clock's
           lethargic orbit;
Rio weather
       shimmying outside,
   taunting us.

On the shining oval,
       laughter
             and shrieking
from a PE class,
then a hurtling
            Vortex Mega Howler
with the voice
       of a dying firework.