Somewhere, inside this metal case,
a cloud of magic, some of it black, some white,
flows by dint of charms and spells
and adds “one” almost infinitely.

Some wizards have grown rich
pretending to control these clouds
but, like meteorology,
computer prediction
is pretty much a mystery
no matter what rich wizards say.

I do believe I would have more luck
herding cats or teaching them sympathy.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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