An Accountant by Joan Mcnerny

He could

calculate

the secrets

of ciphers

grabbling with

white ledgers

and tight rows

of numbers.

Who else would

appreciate the

eloquence of one?

This fat place maker

known as zero? Why

mystics marveled

at the holy seven?

While he slept his

dreams multiplied.

Suddenly long division

subtracted an unknown

quantity yet sums still

added up.

Where had his equations wandered?

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