Everyone seemed to be cross . . .



The students seem          cross
muttering under their breath,
not quite meeting            each otherÍs eye,
shifting uncomfortably in their chairs
coughing     choking        swallowing words
Blood runs hot     surges      rushing to surface
flushing skin.

Impatient 

The teacher intones         the last lines
scuffles papers
shuts the book         with a finger snap
looks over the studentÍs heads,
 turns       toward the door.

One student         steps forward
and       bars the way.