It begins with a dot
that marks the hand that without dispute belongs to her.
While it stays to the right,
I know not whether her position to my left is intentional or coincidental,
but regardless it is delightful irony.
This left-brained lady of math and science
is marked by the side of pure ingenuity.
Many a fall day these hands of tan have gripped a ferocious stick of Thor
that fills tranquil green fields with the battle cries of a red sea.
This cat strays far from the whims of the kitten,
but the purple haze of her nails is indicative
of both her care to maintain self-respect
and the playful spirit of times now ancient in our teenage retrospect.
This hand's implement creates scribbles for one and insightful masterpieces to others,
but its motion is a revelation of her silent fire, materialized both within and external.
