Maybe I’ll write a poem

of numbers.  At least

I know what comes next.

My brain knows.  Sometimes

it’s too shy to share, though,

so it hides behind words that

divert from being seen.

Earthlings beware or

be aware, visitors may

come to weed our garden

and till the soil.

They may be different

but when did we decide

to not learn anything new?

Besides, we can help each other.

Or why would they come visiting?

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