Palimpsest – a Sonnet

Someone asked me the other day if a poem I had marked as autobiographical was “true”. I replied that it was, like most autobiography, fiction based on a true story. The same holds true for the following verse. Here is its true story. I was standing behind a pretty woman named Barbara at work as she bent to get a drink from a water fountain. Unfortunately, she pressed the button too hard, and water squirted down the front of her blouse, soaking it. She immediately turned to me with a smile and...