A Girl
Papers, equation, wordsfill her head.
Green eyes calculating busyness
she surveys a crowed
picking out the stories she knows
and nodding to them solemnly.
Blunt are her unveiling words
she never hides behind excuses
critical and realistic is the lens
which she looks through.
But when needed she can be a shoulder
and wipe a way any kind of tear
gently.
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