the one, the many
how foolish
we are, to
think that
amidst
that throng,
we are one — alone
when, in that
standing chorus,
we are mere —
the one,
of many,
marvels — they
are, in
plenty
you
i
one
in many.
i’d stay
by this
render, that
it’s better
to love
all ways.
tsg | the skagit valley, Fir Island
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written 4 / 9 / 08