100 Books

Time to leave Alaska and those warm chinooks.

Hitchhiked to the desert to read a hundred books.

Cloistered with these women with exquisite looks

who were wise,

wise beyond their years.

Late at night talking Aristotle.

We were too old for spin the bottle,

But we didn't let that throttle

the passion for the truth,

probing new frontiers.

18 and Free

Women and Philosophy

18 and Free

Carrying on so classically

Homer spun a story about the distant past.

I might have stayed in class tied to a mast.

How many more verses would it last?

The poem was long,

and it was all Greek to me:

ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὃς μάλα πολλὰ
πλάγχθη, ἐπεὶ Τροίης ἱερὸν πτολίεθρον ἔπερσεν,..σεν,..σεν

Euclid summed the squares; the proof was watertight.

When three sides come together and the angles right.

Making propositions on a Tuesday night,

The lines went on,

on endlessly.