when class is in session each door is a secret wish
she
stares at linoleum which might present
shadow pushing along wide yarn broom
all windows look upon court
she sees him hunched there, sneaky elf
windows inside windows form infinite corridor
perhaps if she should gaze from opposite pane
he'll stare back
press smile
against glass and turn into a gargoyle
she floats away like a balloon
small
child has let slip
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