2022-09-08T09:55:11-07:00March 25th, 2013|Nature|

Perfect moon

Moon pasted to the sky
reminds me of the circles
I used to draw with my compass
over and over,
pages of them,
while my math teacher mumbled
about parallelograms,
I spun that little silver man
around and around,
captivated by the assurance
that each circle was perfect
and when I read Plato years later
about how a perfect circle
defies a drawing
or even a definition,
I thought how sad philosophy can be
and that he perhaps didn’t spend enough time
staring at the moon.

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