Maths <br />Chalk and pens scratch in concert <br />On paper and board. <br /> <br />Bored attention <br />Writing of Complex numbers <br />Which don't really exist <br />But do exist. <br /> <br />Then at last a dawning realisation <br />That it's all over. <br /> <br />Release, stagger groping outside <br />Into the lightly dancing rain. <br /> <br />Wind stings my cheeks with smiling spray. <br />Electrified freshness drowsiness gone <br />I'm skating down pathways the wind leads me on <br /> <br />A spiralling current <br />Whirls my mind on the breeze <br />Joining the clouds drifting by at their ease <br /> <br />Water prances and dances down the drains <br />Along tumbling gutters silvery lanes. <br /> <br />Tree patterns glow painted, mysterious, bright. <br />Emeralds glint in the leaf-darkened night. <br /> <br />Tree trunks bear a deeper and meaningful shade. <br /> <br />While concentric rainbows on oily wet tar <br />Paint a beautiful message like the morning star: <br /> <br />'Watch out - Or you'll get run over! '<br /><br />Peter Elliott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-rain-9/
