Today, I learned that Plato had taught
that the earth is spherical.
I did not know that until today,
although I did spend some weeks reading
Plato's Dialogues in a course called Classics, taught
(despite the objections of certain parental haters)
in september of nineteen seventy-four.
But I did not listen to the lectures with much attention
because the beautiful Lynn M--- sat next to me
(by random arrangement of alphabetical seating);
Lynn, who was gorgeous, and shy, and beautiful;
who always wore the tightest jeans
with the widest bell-bottom cuffs (usually frayed);
and cork-platform, open-toed sandals
(four days of patterned or stripey socks;
but, one day each week, sheer tan nylons
with reinforced toes!,
despite the dictations of fashion magazines)
and always less than five minutes
after the final bell had rung and the lecture commenced,
she slipped those platform sandals off her feet.
Starward
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thank, Plato was a Hell of a
thank, Plato was a Hell of a guy.
Thank you. And yes he was,
Thank you. And yes he was, although Lynn's daily presence distracted me from understanding that at the time.
Starward