An Ode to the Sudoku Solver
You sat alone and filled each number in
And tried to figure it out before them
In a plane, a train, a hotel lobby
In your wait you forgot that it had been
A lifetime of all simple puzzle games
The eighty-first digit fit with a smile
For a flash there was nothing to be done
Then the next puzzle comes and always he blames
The absent engineers of the system
With a deep breath he draws his pen again
And again ten thousand times before he dies.
When the signs came, he happily missed them.
Each puzzle square a great victory.
I did not tell you: This is my story.
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