The STORM had put out the campfire. The absence of SMOKE spoke to how long the fire had been out. “Hungry and tired, that’s what we are. What do you say we grab everything, throw it in the trunk and drive to town? I can throw on that flowered SMOCK you like so much and you can take me out for some pizza.” And with that, we ended our camping adventure.

Georg’ann

Time is out of REACH, high
there on the classroom wall.
Can only watch the little hands
of the CLOCK go slowly round.

Art class now, little hands
make big messes. Reaching.
Inevitable they will KNOCK
over the paint cups. Eyes wide.

Teacher takes STOCK. Sighs.
Reassures with gentle eyes.
Begins to move swiftly. Adept.
SMOCK remains unscathed.

Heather