Doctress Ploshfurn
Doctress Ploshfurn
A precious work of stained temperglass
The Doctress is a miracle
with the countenance of a lava lamp
Her hair floods the room
Her eyes warm up the bed
Witty, intelligent
Sensible, sensitive
Creativity beyond measure
of what mentors could ever give
How could the language of an individual
with a soul of glass so stained
be so colorful without being crass or profane?
Tempered, perhaps.
Her heart breaks when someone dies
She goes to her office, shuts her eyes
imagines reading books
looks around
And sees a man pulling a computer on a pole with him
beeping in a steady rhythm
and still in his gown, still pale from almost touching the light
embraces the fragile stained-glass lava lamp
that is our precious Doctress
weeping with joy
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