Slow fern uncurling
one two three five eight thirteen
Fibonacci green

P.S. Cottier

I am innumerate, but there is a poem about patterns in mathematics reflected (or enacted) in living things.

Next week I promise you a poem about algorithms.*

*The word ‘promise’ is written with fingers crossed. That makes typing difficult.

Click this feather, which no doubt can be read in a mathematical way, and see what the more punctual Tuesday Poets have been doing:
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