when I'm not looking
I see
the curl of a sock
the busy end of a shoe
when I'm not expecting
I feel
the trust of people
in hard places on
broken land
when I'm not counting
I know
pi
the endless
ratio into space
also has
infinity to face
when I'm not looking
I see
the curl of a sock
the busy end of a shoe
when I'm not expecting
I feel
the trust of people
in hard places on
broken land
when I'm not counting
I know
pi
the endless
ratio into space
also has
infinity to face