At first glance
it appears to move
in one direction:

and on and on and on…
approximate infinity.

Oh! The magic of dancing a round around,
measuring out the great circles/cycles…
and on and on…

forever in one direction.


I believe Pi starts in the middle
of a math miracle
even larger so,
like campfire confessions,
or a birth,

pi resonating her digits
through the dark
to a horizonless beginning,

a spider silk,
tight stardust thread/light
reaching both ways
through the universe,

kind of like


and on and on…

Kevin Zepper teaches at Minnesota State University Moorhead. He has published four chapbooks of poetry. Presently, he is one half of a poetry/music performing duo, Lines&Notes. Several of his poems can be heard on the Northern Community Radio website under the program heading “The Beat.”


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