Numericals
How many of us does it take to change a light bulb?
How many of us are there?
Shaking a high branch of an apple tree with a rake;
some fall that otherwise would not yet. None strike.
Summer leaves have no number
waiting for an autumn rake.
The rain have no number
falling together into our hearing.
The tops of tall trees swing in a high wind
lazily, not choreographed but together.
Numericals are smartphone evasions of presence.
How many of us does it take to be here?
How many of us are there?
The Dog Star 
2 Responses to “Numericals”
Sweet. Present.
Thanks, Bro!