Two Short Poems on Letters and Numbers

Down on the Farm
On a page as white as milk, row
after row of black letters filled
a large field of text to be tilled
with red tools, such as a pilcrow.

Way Out There
Neither the infinite nor the infinitesimal
will you reach with yet another decimal.


  1. Big Jon Bully says

    Excellent, thanks. Blogging rocks.

  2. Big Jon Bully says

    Man…say it ain’t so.

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