working in the dead hours of the morning
the accountant gets more done
it’s just her and the numbers
she wishes all the hours were dead hours
numbers
Poem #753
24 is one of those numbers
divisible by 1, 2, 3, 4
that beauty is a mental parkour
one might want to take this further
however it ain’t so gravy
with 362,880
Poem #512
eight
eight
eight