Zero Period
warm light from the sun
gently rains upon me
the wind, blowing through my hair
so soft and caressing
as I rest in the shade
my back against the wall
the group of students, to my left
chatters quietly away
the chemistry, which was saved for today
is now finished, few problems left unsolved
I await the arrival, of the teacher
so the door may be opened
but alas, it remains shut
-Luke Peterson
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