*with sincere apologies to Wallace Stevens,
and to all poets, everywhere*

**I.**

All my life

I had known only lines

so when my teacher

drew a parabola

I said,

“Huh?”

**II.**

I took all the numbers,

and squared them.

The big ones grew.

The little ones shrank.

The negative ones

became positive.

Opposites agreed.

It was kinda cool.

** **

**III.**

I watched an object falling,

tracing its arc,

the ink of time leaving curves

on the paper of space—

a perfect parabola.

(Except for air resistance.)

(NO ONE LIKES YOU, AIR RESISTANCE.)

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