the probabilities, ones and
zeros,
heads or tails, an S or
nothing
dividing the sample
but waiting to eat
the theoretical number
divided in fractions
smaller, smaller,
becoming nothing but dust
Skittles dust
left from the sorting
approaching zero
but never quite reaching
Edited September 19, 2013
Skittles Dust – v2
April 20, 2013
“Skittles Dust”
poem drafted about probability lesson
by Mr. Baxter
for fifth graders,
Epsom Central School
and
poem “Boston Sports”
written with the fifth graders at
Epsom Central School
as part of “nouns, verbs, and adjectives” lesson
(last block of the day before April vacation)
April 19, 2013
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