The classroom window frames promise.
The spring trees are freshly painted,
The spice of their blossoms lingers
From the walk to class,
The breeze invites the leaves along
On its trip back to Eden.
Inside, the promise of return
On time and effort invested has
Fallen out of students’ portfolios.
Florescent lights can’t penetrate
To the shadowy, muted instructor
As students look at the world in the window.