Matching socks and white jerseys
of the junior class plow their
way on-pitch in centipedal fashion.
Half the size of teacher,
munchkins of oz look up at
the ball
poised high above their heads
It drops to ground
and
they swarm
buzz off
like bees dashing flower to flower
waiting for teacher to return
their attention to the laughter
of scraped knees
and childhood memories a poised head
on high above effortlessly re-enacts
living in words they'll reminiss when
remembering the world before internet
art.
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