We Is Us
We two
Each one too long a me
Met too late ever to
Think of being three
No loss
No less the tenderness
Of two
Will amply do for
We
He
Me
Now
We is us
If ever
A feather
Had the power
To knock any
One over
To change two who be
Solitary
Into one singularly
We
It was the one that
Mystically tumbled down
When he and me
Discovered
We
poem by Mary Havran
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