Treasure
I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.
She's always late for classes,
stammering her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses
barely perched upon her nose.
Accident-prone, she barreled
through the library like Grant
attacking Richmond, giggling nervously
as she checked out her books.
To me she is a treasure,
a whirling dervish dressed in black and white,
always black and white,
like for her it's some peculiar religion.
I asked her to the movies.
She acted like I was the first
who'd ever taken interest, she was flattered
but she flatly and decidedly said no.
She had thrown down the gauntlet,
so I set out to woo her with my wit,
taking every opportunity to bump into her
when and where I could.
Finally she acquiesced,
and when she slowed down enough to smile
and chat and laugh and joke with me
my heart was hers to keep!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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