You’re the one, you can send us flying.

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(poetry diary 49) While tired and looking for poems about sleep, I found another math poem.  It’s narrator who comes “from a family of counters.” He might make some readers want to start counting too.

Counting

Douglas Goetsch

I’d walk close to buildings counting 
bricks, run my finger in the grout 
till it grew hot and numb. Bricks 
in a row, rows on a floor, multiply 
floors, buildings, blocks in the city. 
I knew there were numbers for everything—
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Read rest of poem 

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