A pearl

Behind a Reception sign, someone sits.
Writes with her left hand,
moves a mouse with her right.
Speaks into a headset,
enunciating clearly, succinctly, concisely.
All this with a face of placidity, serenity, slightness of smile.
I see an earring of pearl.
I think of Nirvana.
I think of Vermeer.
Her dancing eyes make art.
I think she is in love today.

 

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