David
David sits
At his computer screen.
Clicking things,
Typing things,
Trying things.
He peers through his glasses
As if to see a solution
To the problem.
And we watch
As he fixes it to be a certain way
With maniacal laughter,
His red hair seems to light up
The area around it
And his eyes
Reflect the image of what he's doing.
The Caterer
The caterer
Requires perfection
In all things, and beauty, and taste
She arranges the food on a plate
Taking care with every lemon
And every piece of parsely.
The caterer
Bursts into the room
With her plates of food.
She is loved by all at the party.
Smarts and charisma,
Everyone wants to talk
To the lady with the food.
Her hair is neat behind her head.
She stands tall, they eat her up.
Her clothing arranged,
Like a baby carrot
Around a vegetable dip.
Clair
She sits, hunched over
In her left hand, she holds
A book.
In the other, she eats- vegetarian.
Quickly flipping pages,
She is oblivious to her surroundings.
Content to sit and learn
Ready, then, to dispense her knowledge
To any coming passers-by.
Her friends come
And listen to her.
She gives what she found to you
Her hair rustles like pages.
Her friends can understand her;
They can read her like
A book.