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.
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
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