The problem with math

Memorizing lines

and times

a slave to the system.

If the bus leaves at four

what time will it arrive?

They never account for traffic

or a flat tire

or loved ones begging you not to go.

I've never heard my math teacher say

she's passionate congruent angles,

or my science teacher say

atomic particles have her head over heels.

This is why I'm the kid looking out the window

dreaming about the trees and being told to pay attention.

But my attention is in the real world

where passion drips from every blade of grass

in the chilly morning dew.

The late night hum of fireflies in love

have got me head over heels.

I'm reeling in the dead of night

and lusting over sunrise.