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Sunday, July 18, 2010

What's the time?

The Deep blue sky
A wall just a few bricks shy
A lonesome math class
The delicate green grass
A sparse wide field
Integration concealed
An out of place brick
A writer critic
A calculus affair
Some warm sun and the air
They are calling me
Like some piping hot mountain tea
On the notebook – A ink spill
The only thing between us – A grill
I put my hands through the hole
A theorem by Rolle
A land of surprises, locked
A tower in the distance, clocked
Regret written all over my face
And the bell rings, finishing this drowsy phase.


  1. Thank you! You are the first person who didn't tell me to explain this poem!