so I can cut the grass in the cool
cool cool of the evening I’m remembering
some fool who looked like me
looking at you on another evening
we’d just met and stood and stared
the hunched professor wrote a book
to describe the process of finding
something new under the sun
the endless frustrating dead-ends
of which he gave a full account
and then nonchalantly out of the blue
the solution walks in sits down
on the couch and smiles at you
but he couldn’t really explain
where that inspiration comes from
however close he got to the edge
and peered down past the numbers
it left him dumb
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