Perception
I think that I shall never see
a thing more right than symmetry.
In equal numbers it holds strong;
there’s no such thing as short with long.
One side must measure true
against the other, sweet virtue.
In windowpanes, in arc or spire,
it satisfies my soul’s desire.
Genteel, imbued with courtly grace,
it gathers balance in embrace.
Though just and meet to extol the tree,
primal accord lies in symmetry.
(Of course I’m not at all neurotic,
but I’ll allow a bit sclerotic.)
With apologies to Joyce Kilmer,
and with thanks to Resa for the photo,
submitted to Dan Antion’s
Oddments 