Off To See Forensics

A Tanka Fixed Prose

 

Cars speed through the lot

Quickly dropping off late ones

“…I hate my alarm clock!”

Said the last student breathless

Bus driver shuts door, takes off

 

Sounds of crinkling snack

Packages, scattered voices

Slowly cease due to

Sleep, smart phones, MP3’s, while

High winds beat against the bus

 

Exciting group goes to

Liberal Forensics Meet

To speak, read, and act

And nine out of them earn a

First, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth place