The politics of the pigeon is to sit on a roof
Or land, or fly together into the shadows
With its locally formed flock.
Meanwhile, a mathematician seeks a proof
Fanatically. The business deal bores me.
Work began on the deal exactly at eight o’clock.
Wake up, shower, dress, train, phone and bus.
Love requires a certain local discussion of us.
But a mathematician will seek a proof in solitude for years.
Too bored by business, I was penalized.
I was bored. You can’t imagine. That’s the secret of all my tears.
