of f(x)=x³-3x²+12 on the closed interval [-2,4]"
was an answer that I had before
came flooding my mind, your deep baritone voice seizing my thoughts,
invisible hands suspending each in midair—
as if to shout,
"Listen to me!"
like stars in a shower
onto your fingertips.
You tease them, say they fall too easily,
teach them to stay in my veins and arteries
until I am certain that I have found you.
You bring life to the yellow bear and his friend,
an orange tiger.
Blurred have the 2's and the x³'s become as I wish
that you could be mine,
that my daughter — if I should ever have one —
could be the one to watch her yellow bear come to life.
Even if our paths never cross again,
soar as far as your wings will take you,
for I will always be running
with my great yellow bear—
fingers spread and lungs roaring,
here, if you ever find yourself in need of a friend.
I love you.