blue-window schoolhouse, reading, under
the shabbily glued roof and is tin
and a storm scurried to the pine grove
that gives the gift of laxity
but they can’t relax or can’t digest
if laxity is forbidden
so the council sends the courier
oriole to the tent running lashes
of what would in November be sleet,
that there is no need for a genuine
war but the faculty will get
the memo and they’ll know to put on
the show of disgust at the storm
that came to disrupt the pups
forgetting etiquette, getting those
drippings smeared all over a snout
not too proud to lick and lap
just because the taste pleases
Timmy the Scribbler 