School Window

I go missing at school when I'm -seated-near-any kind of a window eyes-glaze-over like a frost flower that grows and melts in the blink of an eye. I spy, Fireweed swaying in the breeze that summer clock tells the end of -summer and the beginning of autumn, but I envision an eternal spring. Where everything mislaid is found again found flowering on-arrival perpetual I imagine ‘Fireweed spikes' swaying, that at no time gives up their flame. When a teacher shouts, boy, turn around -yes, I imagine ‘frost flowers' everlasting; I imagine a birdsong uninterrupted Playgrounds—Arcadian ceaselessly green. That's where I go missing when I'm -seated-near-any kind of a school window oh, I can't wait for that school bell. Lord, knows I've been here too many years.