Can one
really be sensible,
viewing the world
through an eye-squinched monocle?

or balance
with ease and grace
on a mere unicycle?

Some things
just feel
much more complete
when they come in twos–

and to feel the weight
of any things
in each flat palm
in such a way
that brings
one to
and then,
quite deftly choose. . .

and to realize,
before too late,
those dreams
that everyone
in unison
can celebrate,
a clean, complete,
long casting off
of all the blues. . .

and happily conclude
with a resounding chorus
that weaves its way
clear through
each space and clearing
of each forest,

the wondrous tune
of the long-awaited news
that will flower
and come to fruiting soon.

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