Fibonacci Poetry

There

was

a man,

a man who

sojourned far and wide

from old Italy to a port

due east in ancient Algeria of Africa,

returned armed with a treasure, Method of the Indians,

for counting money as one would

hypothetical

babies of

rabbits

as

if.

Leaf

face

flowers

nautilus

the human figure

in veins and arteries branching

molecules and compounds and geometry of crystals

sequence amazing as if an artist’s eye at work

the scales of a pineapple sweet

bracts of  pinecones

nature’s art

a gift

all

 this.

1,1,2,3,5,8,13,13,8,5,3,2,1,1

September 24, 2009

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