Changing Times
One time, on a school night
I wrecked my sled and
broke my glasses
and I had to go a whole day
at school with everything
looking like blurry blobs.
I looked down a lot
and most people
except for my friends
didn’t notice my shiner.
But Mr. Bryson
called me forward
for some reason.
I can’t remember why.
But I remember looking up
and I could see he wore
a strange expression.
He had this almost smile
but didn’t say anything.
Nowadays my parents
probably would have
received a phone call.
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