Someone I Know

A poem about a flaky classmate from long ago

She drifts like a snowflake
from place to place
not entirely awake.

From place to place
her little mind goes
at a slothlike pace.

Her little mind goes
seemingly nowhere
but really, who knows?

Seemingly nowhere,
she thinks of nothing,
twirling her hair.

She thinks of nothing
in front of the fireplace,
her mind collapsing.

Alas, this is commonplace,
for everyday I encounter flakes
in front of the fireplace
not entirely awake.