Julianna May

His tie looks like a crossword puzzle
His face, for a new word, searching
Dressed up in white and black,
New knowledge his place of perching.

A quizzical look upon his brow
A question always upon his lips
Interest in something new each day
His knowledge his source of bliss.

How can one pull his interest?
How can one seek his stare?
One must become a question then;
A question beyond compare.