The Mathematician

With every step she takes a calculation

And though she hears their whispers

That she always plays alone

She knows better

Her toys are algebra and geometry and calculus

And her playmates Euclid and Pythagoras

In her notebook she sketches

Digits and variables and symbols and wordless sentences

The fruits of what many consider toil

Are but artwork to her



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