Let Me Count the Ways...

by

Philip Claude Andermann

A number of faces, a face of numbers,
He thought of her as he stared at the computer programs.
They were logic loops of cause and effect as in time travel
where tomorrows were lost in [a flood of] yesterdays
and always added up differently.
They were dtringed beads of numbers floating like nets
on reams of green-striped paper
sinking trapping
trailing like seaweed into its depths
of yes and no's sparkling the whole soul-body
of... no, the computer
knots of logic ending up in - indecision
which he longed to simply cut
into beautiful real flowers of YES

to offer her.