Is never singular.
One gives way to two, then three
others come to stay.
Mad dashes through
the house, leaps onto the sofa,
over the coffee table,
each other, knocking
plants awry, pillows scattered,
upsetting the entire morning
which was trying for some order.
someone asks, as if I pick
them up along the street
like some itinerant dog collector.
Embarrased at such largesse
I simply nod, and drag along
leash by leash, the evidence
of love.
~Adrianne Marcus
