You gave us more than a minute.

In that southern

drawl you told  us,

“Take what abides.

Let it have its way with you.

Pull out stops, but

hold the tension,

until what lives

upon the page brings you to some-

thing old, now turned

new – a wedding

of  form and feeling.”

                                                      JDG

Tell me, how did those angry words

multiply, add,

or take away?

What did they solve?

When inequalities abound,

when more is less,

and division’s

not short but long,

it may be time to turn the page,

broaden the scope,

and bring to bear

a higher math.

                                                      JDG