Poet, Rose Mary Boehm

Covalent Bonding

She stands there, transparent and brittle. 

Just another day of not quite life. She stares

at the glass on which raindrops slowly

and silently make their way into the gutter,

their molecules spanning a firm skin around each

one of their own. She earnestly follows their progress

knowing that her skin is no longer tight around her.

She has lost the stable balance of attractive

and repulsive forces between her atoms.

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