SigMar32

She reminds me that she's a dreamer Her right hand delicately grips a pencil as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left She looks up at me and smiles, and there are stars, meteors, spanning across the cosmos of her expression her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard that's attempting to teach me how to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook and I am only armed with a .7 pencil and a purple pen, stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch My hands are inches away from hers from the desks side by side like cars parallel parked on a side road her equations confuse me until she flips the