(With apologies to Douglas Cross)
Mark Cote’, Project Manager
The loveliness of hyperbolas seem somehow far away
The glory of the circle is of another day
I’ve seen ellipsoids in LA and logarithmic spirals in Manhattan
I’m going home to my cusped graph by the Bay
I left my cardioid in San Francisco
High on an axis, it calls to me
To be where little limaçons are so effortlessly drawn
The morning fog may chill the air, I don’t care
My Cardioid waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
So won’t you join us in San Francisco
A wonderful math place to be
