There's a beauty in the Math of things
they twist and turn, forming rings,
biject and shout out – It's the Same!
You see – they pause – well, anyway
This is that, and That is that – and I
can Prove it!
They're throwing apples
of the mind
to slice like hexagons
and fill a line, their eyes a-gleam,
this beauty – in the Math of things.
after Emily Dickinson
written last September