Ode To the Curvilinear Form

The love of the curve the slip, the slide, the drift, the ride. The road’s May West hip, the wayward Marilynesque crest of the mountain sides. The curve of the moon, the bun of the sun, a toasted morning bride. Arise, unfurl like Shirley Temple’s curls or the smoke from homes where man bides. The love of the curve as in orbit we spin or the proton nuclear ride. Relax, slide, slip and unfurl just come along for the ride!