Rory is playing the bassoon
Looking over her large, aquiline nose
At the score in front of her,
Pale lips pursed
As she plays. She is
Nervous and wonders
If she will mess up,
Where,
And how badly because
She hasn’t practiced.

She was busy organizing a
Protest for gay rights and
Didn’t have time
To even touch the music.

She is an
Activist,
But doesn’t look like one.
Tall, slim, Chinese,
Thin black hair to her
Chin and while she isn’t
Pretty, she is
Dainty in a
Butterfly sort of way.

Her chin has a deep
Cleft in it, and one spends time
Deciding if it is
Attractive or not but
She has hands like
Those of a princess,
Soft and fair with
Slim fingers and
Crescent-moon nails,
Unpainted and bare and they look
Like something out of a fairy tale.

She wears a
Ring on her right ring finger and
Wonders why as she
Plays her bassoon,
Watching the notes jump over the
Staff
Like the sheep she would like to
Count as she sleeps but
Tonight will be
A sleepless night for
There are projects to do
And research to complete and
A life to neglect, slowly
Withering
Away.

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Busy busy.
A05