Saturday, December 22, 2012

Maths and Geography

I see you through the window,
Absent in a meeting.

A short span
From my finger-tip
To the contours of your face.
Beloved geography:

I always did like maps,
But not those tedious tallies
Of economic growth,
Some soulless reckoning.

How can so many so muches
Add up to nothing in the end?
That’s our kind of maths.

Driving home, the sky is sadly
And I am not so shining.

© 2012

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