Another Digit

Pushing numbers
up one
down one.

computing
thinking

pondering

the numbers flew by

the pencil SCRATCHes against the paper
in a flurry

one would think
the graphite should burn

still writing

new formulae

keep going

keep going

push a number out of the way,
once helpful, now useless,
meaningless
into the trash
it goes.

It helped

once

About this poem

Written in 1996 as part of David's early poetry collection.