Receptionist

                by Brenda Joy Dobson

Usable and transportable

like oven-to-tableware,

she bounced without cracking,

blending well,

though many times, she was told

oil and water didn't mix.

Under-dressed, yet,

a little spicy, a little sweet

and sometimes, spoiled

by a lustful connoisseur,

and tossed about by "overlings"

like a wet, "green goddess" salad.

She self-subsisted on dreams until

a mentoring hero fed her "reality."

Then she submerged herself in

knowledge...

a lot of book, some street,

and many hours of plain old o-j-t.

Voraciously, she arose,

ignoring glass ceilings

all the way to the top.

bjd