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Wall Street Poet
Guest Poems
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The Market Closed
by Karen Harten
He loved like an accountant.
Weighing the credits and debits.
Observing how the market drifted--
Despite inside trading
(A bit bullish)
On the spread eagle
Of her balance sheets.
It took a nose dive today.
His holdings so precarious
In this horizontal industry.
Hands better at grasping
Larger sums, after all
He said, love is only a numbers game.
Heavy losses predicted
At closing, no net profits.
Futures, you must admit,
Are a poor investment.
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(This poem was originally published in Critical Perspectives on Accounting in 1996. You can reach Karen Harten at: ktova@pacbell.net)
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