It Wasn'T Me Poem by Barry A. Lanier

It Wasn'T Me



A quessential quiet classroom
Silent bewitching wind
Levitating in innocence
Looking to the right
Then to the left
Concealed talent
No whirr, nor hiss
I am dismissed
No roar, nor growl
Among the foul
Class is momentarily disrupted
I go back to my studies

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