Counts v Tales

We won’t say we don’t
Need counts, and we can’t
Clear the woods of tales,
But we don’t vote one
As the more true kind

Of way to seek truths.
You could say no words,
No mere words, will do.
You’re right, but you can’t
Live or grieve by counts

Or with no words long.
You wish you could do
With none, not a word,
Not a line, no count
Of your days and nights,

No one to talk to,
No one you felt need
For, no banks, no terms,
No songs that hide poems.
Sit out in the sun

In the spring day long
As you can stand it.
You’ll itch to find out
From us if the world
Went right or went wrong.