Push and Pull

One likes one
more than another.

Cry and break
up and another.

Church boy’s nice,
but…find another.

Love his mom.
He wants another.

There was one
who was another.

Poetry flowed like
blood in a river.

—and all the others disappeared;
and nothing no longer was feared;
and even now–among all the others—

He is the only one I want here.

—margaret downey