We only exist wherein we agree.
Where we don’t, ‘we’ divides
to you and me, who clearly
exist independently. Except
wherein we combine to agree.
We agree to align, combine or unite.
We electrify difference and charge
our fight in some same, good cause.
We are on the sane side, with all
disagreement along for the ride.
It is held between us as lesser
than this. Our deep high stakes,
forged in pain and bliss
- for we've come to abide
in the difference it makes.
Disagreement agreed in
because it redounds
to both our sakes.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Thursday, June 17, 2021
recipe for we
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