I love to feel the mind dance,
jitterbug with a problem,
anticipate me.
Sometimes,
with my hand
withdrawing from a problem,
and before the fingers
have time to touch the temple,
I see the solution
as clear as any postcard.
At other times,
it waltzes me to my desk
to plod step by step
through a sickening scientific method.
SK/1983
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