Nicole DeMatteo
Stop and go, stop and go
Turn the corner on Roselle Road
Brace for the bump you know
Sends you flying every morning
Look out the window,
Try and block the noise
Loud shouts and rough comments
Paper flies through the air,
Hits the kid with thick glasses
Laughter
Pray the trip were over
Seems to never end
Wish your seat were in the back
Where no one hunts you down
But knowing full well that dwelling there
Makes you the coward
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(c) 1999 Nicole DeMatteo. All rights reserved.
Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.