I met a 4 on my way
and stopped to say
"I wonder what you could be
Doing out here,
amongst the mere
sombre remains of this day?"
The numeral
fingered his pearls
and thought the question through
He said, "My friend
let me append
my thoughts, and then to you.
I've just returned
and recently learned
the news that all must hear
And frankly, sir
beneath this fur
I have quite open ears."
With that he turned,
and left me burned,
and burning with this thought
If, when a 4
comes by your door,
is it better known, or not?
Sunday, December 10, 2006
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5 comments:
Great poem!
I like how it ties up the threads of our recent thoughts.
:)
nice ending...ba-dum-dum-TSH!
Actually, that's where I thought I flaked out... ran out of steam, I guess.
I really like the middle stanza...about numerals fingering pearls.
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