winter storm
stirring sour cream
into my borscht

I've read somewhere Pythagoras was a homicidal vegetarian. That's about as much sense as math makes to me. I can envision someone beating a fellow human being to death with a rutabaga more than I can a2 + b2 = c2. I haven't been asked to teach math, yet.

doctor's orders
just a little salt—
no mention of ham

I have to give the old theorem monger and maniacal prophet a bit of envious respect for getting his students to come up with the proofs while he took the credit. Education has changed since then. There's still a lot of prophecy, but it's buried in the paperwork.

school holiday
staring at coffee grounds
in my cup