God walks out of math proficiency exam
by Timothy Pilgrim


No need, really, calculus, physics,
trigonometry. She had every right
to leave -- flat stones counted

skipped on ponds,graceful bend
of willows to the ground. Clouds fluffed
in morning sun,canyon shouts

echoed back at dusk.
Sin tallied on bark of trees,
feminine formula for infinity.






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