Solution Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

Two pens on a table
discuss differential equations.

A lamp lies stagnant
but takes a sip of coffee.

Folds of the blue curtain
behind a red shirt.

Letters glow on the sign
announcing the exit of tomorrow.

Pass through the door, the yellow paper,
a fuse box stands in the corner.

An alarm waits, Green.

Suppose our tomorrow is of a form
such that partial respect represents the whole of humanity.

Then the solution is constant.

A little green light glows within a table.

One hundred, twenty, and two students
crowd into a classroom to learn
about the chicken and the egg.

Then the sea is the solution.

Check is strategy.

A light hanging from a wire
stretches across the canyon.

With respect to the quantity.

Gray and white intersect in calculus
to form the area beneath a curve.

Tip the cup and drink it.