Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #180
I Met Her
by Belinda Roddie
I met her in a laboratory, her
fingers gloved and her shoulders clothed in white.
She held a petri dish in one hand, and
a magnifier in the other. I
was just an intern - I knew little to
nothing about science or medicine.
All I did was the errand work, and yet
I could not take my eyes off her, the great
scientist, the experimenter, the
master of chemistry. One night, I thought
I'd ask her out, but she said, "I don't date
anyone. I am in love with my job,
and with my studies." I was left alone,
the genius having chilled me to the bone.
by Belinda Roddie
I met her in a laboratory, her
fingers gloved and her shoulders clothed in white.
She held a petri dish in one hand, and
a magnifier in the other. I
was just an intern - I knew little to
nothing about science or medicine.
All I did was the errand work, and yet
I could not take my eyes off her, the great
scientist, the experimenter, the
master of chemistry. One night, I thought
I'd ask her out, but she said, "I don't date
anyone. I am in love with my job,
and with my studies." I was left alone,
the genius having chilled me to the bone.
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