I prefer one-on-one
over any math multipliers
the heat from a single heart
above a knot of warm humanity
one clear voice
instead of the murmuring many
even a raindrop over rain
for that one drop
sharing details
of its journey
I am the leaf
leaning into every word
I can reach the top shelves of the two cabinets that hold wine and their glasses I’m able to clean and backwash the pool adjust its chemical balance feed and walk the dogs clean the pond’s filter net
you’re a Granny Smith I’m a McIntosh (touch of Irish) he’s a Golden Delicious she’s a Fuji didn’t we run young and silly through that orchard sampling everything found one or two that caught