This afternoon at the java stop,
a totally smokin chic
resembled a friend of mines sister
and this right here, is what I said.
“hey girl, yo, sup” Check this out.
“You are vaguely familiar to me.”
Writing her thesis, graduate study.
On the bard, yet, here is some data:
A sonnet, seventy beats per min,
walking 8 by 10, sitting? only six.
Somewhere between sitting and walking
reading poetry, hooray!
a red blood cell cycles through you
doing three laps per minute
meaning that as you sit here,
a hemoglobin has transported
from your foot to your hand and
back like three times. Imagine that!