One man one woman.
Before that one two.
But why the confusion?
Do numbers unsettle you?
Why should one go on
just because there’s two?
Go on and on and on
multiplying you.
Still I see a defect
in you simply you.
Our Big Bang caused the opposite:
A Black Hole in the dew.
But we’ll go on and listen
to crickets in the grass
answer one question
from top to last.
After Next
Published in Poetry