Angles Designs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in one of Dr. L's. exam rooms, looking out
the window.
There are angles everywhere, causing shadows to be
angled too.
Only the symmetricity of a few trees softens the
hardness of the close environment.
Water in a fountain below, ripples and crosses over
itself, playing with unseen foes in jest.
Lines leading and following angles, leaving their
own darkened shadows throughout the building.
Seeing patterned designs thrown about by rays of
sunshine filtering down.
Tiny, slim slits of sun fall through some of the
cracks between poles on the banister all around
the walkway.
At times every other one, then an extra one jumps
in to mess up the mathematical pattern.