by Florida’s Poet Laureate, Edmund Skellings

Most of us is math, which comes as no
Surprise: The limbs of trees circle
The trunk, leaves the branch, all
Spin slowly the great tap root. This
Can be seen from palm frond about
The nut, arms and legs popping from
The spine, twinned brains blooming.

Go down deep and you hit math. Every
Time. Darwin shaped it up by
Statistics. A natural arithmetic.
He stopped there, but because each
Poem should have one great idea,
Here: Extrapolation is genetic.
That should account for you, big eyes.