that one
in these days of fire we need
one snowflake
one tide to turn
to run
a cloud to break
one sunbeam to alight
the way it does
you know the feeling
long tunnels
on slow boats
locks cranking slowly
one sluice rinsing
the rising levels of grief
the black horse on the towpath
to hell and back
where IS the way back
one storm
from behind one cloud
one rush
of a moon’s veil
on eye to blink
one kiss to nape the neck
of one shrug
to shoo it all away
you are that one
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