one stone left alone, unturned in midst of rain
one breath finally released at moment’s instant grasp
one planet circling, a fruited top spins today, what about tomorrow?
one morning a golden thisness whistles and is heard 'round the world
one underbelly glistens in the dusk
one perhaps two or more withstands the unknown morrow
one thistle grazes muscle and wish for something more
one jumper down the hatch leaves us all spilled with sorrow
one eyepatch for a later pirate on the woven sea
one zillion species on a gamble in the darkness of the park
one totebag spills its spuds on the aging sidewalk
one girl skips in sun with grin, shy, her shins limber and long
one mad dog froths and crazy spins, pray he has no twin
one gradeschool embarks on change to love all its kids
one mountain blows its summit, now calls itself a volcano
one ship courses north to ice and wild adventure
one marriage ends in death, another ends in love
one friend washes her hands of him, removes the silken glove
one rock rounds its story as the boy explores his find
one day poetry announced the birth and death of kings
one pill does make you larger although not by much
one hill is too high and hard to barge straight up
one draft dodger did grow fond of Fondu-Lac, called himself Canuck
one Indian saved her country from the beast of obese greed
one German reminds us all of the dirt streaked face smeared in mirror’s sheen
one hill beckons us to stretch those strides beyond
one touch of two friends’ reaching hands grows hope in backyard gardens
one knows itself/herself/himself and thinks to feel then thinks itself again
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