for my brother Hank
There’s one big difference
Between me and my brother
Whereas he has a prodigious memory
And has learned by heart
To recite pi to
More than 3,000 digits
I can barely remember
What year it is sometimes
Yet still I manage
To comfort myself thinking
Who needs pi really
Life is all about triangles
For most of us humans
Knowing how to progress
From here to there
By making comparisons
Like me and my brother
All day long in disregard
Of the need for absolutes
Who needs one or the other
When you can be both in turn
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