She studies anatomy on some future computer
I think, ‘Where are her notes?
She needs no notes!’
But then, pen to tablet she draws across Latin
nomenclature in electric blue. It ain’t even ink.
And just when I thought the enchant couldn’t
get harsher, what with the ponytail, cigarette
black pants, books loose, forest and blue flannel;
a hit of sunshine off some windshield creates
a natural lens flare, and once my eyes adjust
I see she’s added some bubble gum into that mouth.
Her shadow silhouettes on that wall maybe a foot
to my left. Egads! She’s sitting next to me!