screen capture image link Numberseye.A-counting we will go afield,on moss-bordered pathsskirting river snakes.When we let our eyes slowwe may note a plop; yet nature’s un-count abilitydraws us, I think.eye eye.Mysterious beings, theyspeak solitonic language that becomes apparentwhen we work with them.They aren’t just squigglylines that we manipulateto make sense of a thing.Soliton defined eye eye … Continue reading dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Numbers