COUNTING
From the farthest out part
of the universe to the smallest
microscope-squiqqle, all things
happen at once. Match-blown
flames, sequencing themselves,
become raging infernos. One by
one, and two by two. Must we
count what has no amount?
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I rode the wave of starlets
homeward; each of them was
a delight. We held one moment
between us. One by one, and
two by two, Whatever else
could we do?
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The world was beginning to bloom.
The magnolia trees, in the wind,
were losing petals. So like us,
those petals, and the wind, taking
everything away. One by one,
and two by two.
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