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Mysterious Ways

Letting the dog out
one last time tonight,
the school down the block
is bathed in light;
I look up, and up
some kind of ray,
I guess, not plain light;
the school,
wrenched from its foundation,
rises up, bricks flying,
windows bursting;
desks and books rain down,
higher, higher, it dwindles,
passes through an open hatch
(that ship is big!).

Yeah, school’s out.