Asymptotically Speaking, and: English 101, and: Water Sprouting for R R

Asymptotically Speaking You are not the straight line that we all thought you were. You have turned past A, curved through your own B, and still push against all limits in your stretch toward infinity. You have turned us all into pencil-point shadings, our only purpose now to give definition to your expanding limits. so why is it that you have cut through all of our origins without rescinding your own? Whose plane is this anyway? English 101 I am one of thousands driven from the hills and hollers by Tom Brokaw and his evening reports of a changing world, driven into the halls of hallowed learning. There I hear, "We will rid ourselves of regionalisms. We will not say ain't and hit. We will not drop "i" glide in fire and tire. Deaf is not deef here. Such is the stuff of illiteracy." Then I remember: "Hit's been quite a spell since I seed airy one of them." Grandmaw. The illiterate. "I ain't got none." Me. PreBrokaw. PrelOl. Now I say: "I reckon I'll try and do better. I will try to overcome it. I shall overcome." And Grandma notices: "What's got into you? Are you getting above your raising? Ain't we good enough for you anymore? Poems by Judy K. Miller Water Sprouting for RR You insist on giving me a storm blowing me apart scattering my mind in to a random pattern of twigs twisted free from specious branches You teach me to bow beneath my own flood to allow the swifting away of decaying leaves forked in my branches (Sometimes you tell me even a bird's nest can become a nuisance) We together strip me down twig by twig branch by branch to my self's center giving my sap reason to release the force of new growth Cleansed, pruned, concentrated I sprout back out into the sweetness of fresh-washed earth. 21 ...