She leans,
probably too far
in her mini skirt,
over the glass eye
of the microscope.
In the microcosm of
the class room, a freckled boy
eagerly scopes out the view, as she
avidly admires the scope
of the whole tiny universe
that lives inside her cheek.
It swims with tiny creatures,
fluttering with cilia,
discovering a universe
of their own.
