“Less is more” she scolded
clucking, fluttering
hither and yon
like her Dutch ancestor
needing to plug up the dike.

I sat there feeling banks caving in
choking out cloudy and clotty
as I backed up bulged up gasping
for my way round the mulberry bush
slid brackish into my brooky streams.

Then I looked out
and saw that sky
so impossibly starry
screaming in
gloryglory

barely even begun the Story

I heard those waves

surging
foreverforeverforever
breaking

and even one handful
of that beach so soft
and exponential and more

than anyone could count

and I knew it was not true…
less is more.

Less is less and more is more
less and less, more and more.