spring Poems and Poetry

and the cosine
of the tangent
in his mind
didn't equal
the radius or
circumference
of her heart.

two lines
on a plane
never inter-
secting and
the spring
season is
upon the
world as
he tries
to guess
the angle,
any of the
angles. 45
degrees?
more?

the door is a
rectangle,
a means of
escape if you
use it to leave.