She softly cradles an ant
hidden in her palm during math.
Better than long division,
it creeps along her thumb.
Her tan eyes follow this friend.
Teacher tries to grab her with divisors,
remainders. Some kids get it.
Others scratch rainbows, moons
on lined yellow paper.
Three glance secretly at pet goldfish
who rise and glide through their tank
past scale model castles and bubbly mermaids,
This girl finagles a bathroom pass,
sets her ant free on the swing set, cheers
as it climbs towards the sun. Back in class,
she focuses on a pigeon outside the window.
It rumbles and coos in a more melodic tongue
than pronouns like “it”, verbs like “doubt”,
compound words like “dreamless”. Poor teacher!
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