4
Rabbit
and dog tracks
cross the snow: tell me timing
Isn’t
everything.
5
Hopelessly
entranced
By the
flight of numbers, I
No
longer see birds.
7
Objects
reflected
In a
project schedule are
Closer
than they seem.
14
My task
is to go
Where no
one has gone before –
And
invent the wheel.
16
Savor a
deadline;
It is
merely an excuse
To stay
up all night.
20
In the
glass towers
Of this
town, old ideas
Are cast
in concrete
24
A
tropical beach,
I trace
in the sand
A lazy
spreadsheet.
28
A
mushroom has pushed
Through
stone; it knows the art of
Negotiation.
30
A
marketing bird!
He tells
me, tells me, and then
Tells
what he told me.
34
Nothing
there but fog…
And no
light can penetrate
This
memorandum.
35
A duel
at dawn:
And the
chosen weapon is
A power
breakfast.
36
As a
general
Studies
the whole battlefield,
Learn
your enemy.
41
So many
birdsongs.
In this
conference, each sings
Its own
agenda.
42
The road
we follow
Leads to
Mount Fuji, if we
Get past
this meeting.
45
With
care, the spider
Navigates
its web – so with
My
strategic plan.
50
It is
two A.M., and
I am
watching CNN;
I must
get a life.
53
Seeking
paradigms,
I find
it always helps to
See
people as ants.
59
Hear the
numbers sing!
Through
a forest of words come
Glimpses
of the truth.
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60
Truly,
the Wise One
Is
creative: he invents
His own
statistics.
63
Grey
hairs! This must be
The
right moment to assert
My
vintage wisdom.
65
Remember
to thank
The
little people – for the
Years
they slowed you down.
66
Heavy
silence fills
The room
and points to me – I
Spoke
the truth too soon.
67
I walk
past miles of
Walls
built stone by stone, learning
To
respect old work.
70
So
beautiful, the
Poison
ivy, as it chokes
A
weeping willow.
72
Sunset
is never
Ensnared
in a choice between
Cost and
quality.
75
In
adversity,
Just
what does the Wise One do?
And
where is Square One?
77
It takes
a great heart
To view
the Rockies as a
Sales
territory.
79
Fire in
the river:
Salmon
drive upstream. O, why
Did I
hire guppies?
80
An old
woodcarver,
His
decisions on the floor,
Builds
by downsizing.
82
Light
dawns with a thud.
All
those apples on the ground –
Which
one was Newton’s?
85
The Wise
One teaches
Without
words; I follow his
Unwritten
Rulebook.
88
A safe
prediction
For the
market is the time
Of the
closing bell.
91
What the
rulebook says
Will
change; in time all ink is
Disappearing
ink.
98
Last
year’s proposal.
Add
wings; then it will become
A new
idea.
100
A long
winding road
Becomes
the shortest distance
Between
two ideas.
101
The
mystery is:
Here is
the fork in the road,
But
which way is up?
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