Nine seven nine
eight eight nine eight
six five two
one one one
is the most beautiful number
I’ve ever seen, the lovely
nines and eights, three
of each, the trill of ones
at the end, the elegant seven
saluting the first nine,
the sly six hiding behind
the last eight, and the graceful
swan’s neck of the two, peering
around the five because she
thinks that last nine
is winking at her
while the ones follow her
like a train of attendants
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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