numbers falling into place
stretched across nine tiles
squinting, staring at the page
frustrated shavings
tiny tears on thick paper
yellowed with age
a riddle never solved
always rearranged,
but never thrown away
numbers dotted in
what looks like random
order but organized chaos
long minutes spent pouring
over possibilities, searching
for a four that has been
misplaced
kicked around by
excited success for
solving the sevens
carelessly tossed in a
corner on a
baseless guess
that four,
which you so rudely
pushed into a square
upon sight of another,
won't return to your memory
not until the end
when it will do
the most damage
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