Playground Fight

A ring of voices chant under the gold
of sun in winter's sky behind the school.
A fight, a fight in air of crystal cold
made hot by anxious breaking of this rule.
In tangled limbs, the dancers in the pool
of focus for the zealous eager eyes
take pains to give hot blows but take them cool
in tight embrace, a scribble of surprise.
A time for action marked until Miss Clark arrives.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.