for Robert Weldon Hunt What calculus is inherited from father. What algorithm foretells the snowstorm on the highway, driving? What poetry in music of folk songs to which his head swung to politic and freedom ride. Ongoing dedication in lessons a clean house, continuous on an interval. Derivative cloud, closed curve in a sandstorm. Periscope of his bright making. What straight stare and analytic eyes. White board revealing velocity of many daughters moving across the room, over the yellow dotted line. Sine. Perhaps it is the chain rule, half empty or half full. Reliable horizontal line sloping like popcorn hypotenuse gathered with needle onto thin thread to deck a season tree carried in two or more basic functions. Meeting to entreat ongoing introduction to the skills the first born learns from first born, with building blocks and abacus. Arithmetic engineering bridges even a house divided in tsunami lit with heaven’s gold star guiding through ...