This girl is always searching for a topic
Like a child looking for treasure.
She searches around the room desperately,
Looking on the walls for ideas not yet thought about.
She glances about at posters and the shiny finish,
Like following the trail on the map,
Trying to locate the 'X', marking treasure.
She slides her eyes about the room
Reading the writing on the board, then moving to the next object.
She glazes over the teacher's desk finding nothing of interest,
Even less, something marking treasure,
If only she would look closer.
Not at objects, but at their purpose,
At the irony of some object.
Look for oxymoronic names, such as lamp shade, or jumbo shrimp,
Then beat it to a dead horse with poetic devices.
Treasure is nothing about appearance of the object,
But the value of the meaning of it,
And what information she can pull from it.
Then she notices, the entire map is in the shape of an 'X'.
5/7/2002
