ONE HAND WORKS TO WASH THE OTHER

Neighbor, neighbor. . .

One hand works
to wash the other.

Thanks to give,
results to savor. . .

When everything
is said and done
and all of us
meld back to one,

our ancient nature
shows up in glad return,
presents itself
to be recovered.

At that time,
we will best
remember first
how to respond,

so that, as one,
our power deft, we do disburse
wherever it may need to go,
without wild swarm,
nor stalling hover.

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