Doing the Math
When the boy
Who loves math
Comes to
The frozen creek
The color of those
Old blackboards
More green
Than black
That used to hang
In country schools
He scratches figures
In the ice
To calculate how
Much snow is
In the swale
Of the horse’s back
Adds the field
Mice back
To the grass
They were killed in
Combines the pines
Into a windbreak
And divides them
By the square
Root of the window
Glowing through it
In the light of which
His father sits
Doing the math
Figuring foreclosure
Is only
A matter of time