She propounded postulates
and measured angles
Out of Picassoes
She had reasons
for roses
And muscle count
for smiles
When I took a road
into woods
She chose a
parallel line
‘the twain shall
never meet”
- I mused.
“Parallels meet at
infinity”
She smiled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That I believe is called moving on from time squared and procreation! An excellent extrapolation, Deana