Read by Ebony Stewart
The soft sound of hands brushing eraser shavings
Off the paper
The clicking of pens
The sound of crinkling paper
The squeaking of rubber soles
On the polished tiles
The dull green of the tennis court
Behind the crisscrossed fence
Grass blades flicker under
The wind’s mighty breath
As does my paper,
Disobeying me yet again
Back to humming lights
And disinfectant smells
Chatter I can’t distinguish
Clapping and heavy footsteps