Once in a blue while moon
an uphill climb becomes a downhill swingsong
(The sage says: “Surrender”)
Once every few so often days
a remembrance of thankfulness intrudes
(The falling leaves whisper: “Peace”)
Once is a never upon enough time
some late ember caresses the air
(The fire-starved ground sings: “Freedom”)
Once it’s twice over or removed
sad longings twist into pasta shells
(The watery grave gurgles: “Enough”)
Once I before do you die
to just simply get the words right
(The old refrigerator hums: “Patience”)
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