Counting Crows
Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the wheat rejects the chaff
Wealth attained by winnowing gain,
the scarecrow only laughs
Sometimes money isn’t enough,
the numbers rise and fall
Interest accrues as attrition renews
—the richest count forestalled
(Valley Forge: November, 2020)
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