Looking above at a geometric ceiling here at Buddy Stubbs,
loving its mathematical dimensions, giving a poet's mind
pleasure when seeing it fully.
Touching an equation hidden above, everyone who comes into
the store, yet wondering why people rarely, if ever look
above them.
It seems that advertising agencies have already found out
this equation in consumers shopping habits, that's why they
try to put products they're trying to sell on middle shelves.
Putting less favorite products higher, because doing so helps
consumers choose what they prefer, but these geometric designs
here at Buddy Stubbs have an interesting pattern noticed by this
mere poet in this little poem of insignificance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
understanding lies in math