A blackboard, asphalt
Thick lines of yellow
Hem us in
Extinct in the schoolhouse:
No more strokes of cursive lines
Repeated in punishment
Just tracks of tires
Rolled into place
Orderly, Regulated, Safe
Until, like a rebellious serif,
One wheel takes root across the line.
A defiant stroke not to be quelled
By a ruler to the hand or a hand to ruled lines
Instead, a hastily scrawled slip of paper,
A curse, an empty pocket book:
New punishment on a new blackboard.
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