Submission: a poem for finals

From Olga, who says, “This isn’t the original poem I scribbled during class after a particularly stomach-churning announcement, because I have no scanner, but I retyped it later.”

Notebooks Will Be Collected Tomorrow

This is the season of fear.
With the rain closing in and the lowered clouds
The lowered clouds threaten in tandem with lights
This is the season of fluorescent lights
This is the season of fear.
The notebook collections under fluorescent lights
In every room, under fluorescent lights, the notebooks
Surrendered and piled into stacks of fear.
The fear of the notebooks is fear of the unexpected
Striking, under fluorescent lights, and blue chairs and piles of jackets
Scattered calculators and notebooks of fear.