Between the cherry-ripe daughter’s bare

shoulders, and the mother’s fixed stare,

a father sat on an unsure seat,

like a felt hat on a dinner mat.


In her eyes, the squared signs

of anatomical algebra,

and the geometry of circling lines

in spider cups of a satin bra,

mingled to mould the mattrix

of a new style mathematics.


Flavoured tea and silverware

pastries sliced with particular care,

had all the familiar decor

of an amiable armoured corps!


The bachelor made his deft detour

and came to a halt, feeling

his fingers on the family vault,

and in its golden yellow colour

he was no longer a bachelor.