wearing a tie
buys you little
but for when it
buys everything

one simple night,
hot ignorance
fuses memory
for hardened past

when strident work
into simply
glimpsing freedom

a summer night
without its breeze
weighing empty
feelings stirred up

A prod at last year’s RWP prompt, a year later for for Not Without Poetry. These are moments over a long, long time. Only one obviously related to mathematics.

Otherwise, playing with a style that grew on its own.

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