Exciting split-second glances
Across the classroom stupor
As teacher erases algebra
With the speed of an arthritic window cleaner.
Then, opening doors for
The one who has captured your affection;
Dodging sawdust piles in the corridor
Into the freedom of playtime.
You cram eternity into fifteen minutes
Hoping love will linger
By the gnarled old crab apple tree
Or behind the grotty bikesheds –
You catch a quick cheeky kiss
Like the first butterfly of summer.
Heaven has come to school…
(extract from the poem Playground Love by Clive Price)