She stood, jacketed in gray.
A pen in her hand.
Journal in fist.
She usually hides away,
Going to the south end
Of the dark dist.
But her writing was a ray
Of sun on the bend,
Light on the twist.
But she stood strong and tall-
Upon an invisible pedestal
Of higher learning.
And we saw her behind a wall,
Her words were sensible,
Beautiful and charming.
Her elegance, all in all
She became indispensable.
She's in, darling.
(In Congratulations to my friend Ash, who we've added to our little writing group~)
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