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About This Poem
One Plus Three Equals One --
1 + 3 =1
This kitchen's one cup
one spoon
serves one man's fingers stirring
a dollop of cream
atop the counter
3 visiting ants
pass beneath a French Press
seeming separate
seeming alone
seeming aimless
wandering about
our mutual landscape
how barren the cold marble
for those so distant from the nest
that their seeking antennae never touch
never acknowledge one another
assuring reality's connection
all is well
perhaps
until inexhaustible solitude
accepts 1 + 3 = 1
the cup
the coffee
the swirling thinking will continue
stirring darkness to disappear
inviting light's eddying dawn
to reveal the way
patience willing
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