Bowl of red roses
One thorn
Field of clover
One bee
Picnic in grove
One ant
Sleeping dogs lie
One flea
Magnanimous reply
One word
Deep belly sigh
One spurn
Long tanned thigh
One burn
One yearns to turn
A blind eye
To all the ones
That lead to our
Undoing
If we erase
One line
How delightful
It would be
Paring down
All nature's will
To living without
One penetrating
Sting
Would deprive us
Of so many
Beautiful things
One by one
Memories come
As first drops lightly
Before a lavishing
At once dissipating
On parched broken land
Then blanket covering
Moving sun's dwelling
Into hiding
Between them both
Daylight quench thirst
One without the other
No dancing dresses
Come out
Parched tongues dip
Into warm clear springs
Going underground
To yield every colour
Known to the eye
Above and below
Bed of growth
Light touch sows
Till sun retires
Dewdrop gathers
For next bow
In the sky
Think you're flying free
But really, attached
Grounded
Just learning
To spread wings
Until when
One touch
Caving in
Any thought
Of leaving
Ends
Instead sowing seeds
Raising up anew
In case we meet
Again
