by Harrison Parks

De divina proportione (Your curves are two golden means)

Graph the golden ratio. Mirror it.
Place the two side by side,
And watch your outline bloom.

Behold abstraction, pure & yearning
Beneath your arching hips,
so I genuflect between

Slightly gone wild violets.
You know what I am sad about,
Nightingale? I didn't keep your book --

Its stapled cover, its perfect grey,
Its simple title... its pages full of
Comforting words & 18th century diagrams.

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