Laura is
in the face of adversity.
Sitting unsteady,
head cocked,
puzzled brow.
Every atom quivering.
She’s confused.
“What a pretty picture!”
the lady dentist said.
“Ah,” I returned, “but this is no picture.
This is a puzzle for you to figure out
with your hands,
with your lips,
with your slow touch.”
“Thank you” she said.
And she took the puzzle.
And she walked away.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
i bet she’ll never figure it out.
I hope not.
I get the feeling that she’s not taking it seriously from the last stanza, ““thank you” she said/and she took the puzzle/and she walked away” That, maybe, she thinks there are more important things to do, when, really, figuring out that puzzle is the most important thing she may ever do in her entire life.
That’d be a yes.
Oh well. We all have our little tradgedies.
Well if that’s the way you’re reading it,
i actually should have written
“She dropped it
and kicked it under an old unmoveable bookcase
and then apologised
but walked away anyway”