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Passing Period


Walking through the halls I watch The faces of peers passing by Their faces showing disdain or boredom Or joy at the prospect of passing period. I walk quickly and dodge them With both hands in my pockets but not For reasons commonly believed: Hands in pockets convey lack of confidence. Confidence shines bright in halls, yes But no, it was like Alexie said: we walk With hands in our pockets because We have something to lose. In the halls I walk and watch the faces Of students who’ve lost, found or are searching For something to put in their pockets For something to try not to lose.
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