We are "...greater than the sum..." of our parts,
a casual cliche
nonchalantly 'agreed upon'
as if the mere saying of it
were enough
to feed and fill the day.
Satisfied,
we strut away
like Peafowl;
blue-green feathered-fanned
accordions
splayed open
with iridescent eyes
flashing inherent genealogy,
tell-tails swell
courting through imagery
and crested-head bobbing dances,
promises of everlasting Love
through mating mimes,
as if this is all that matters...
Yet, once the scattered dust
of Peacock feet
settles to the scratched
and scribbled, silent ground,
the 'greater' sum is sorely lost
for the parts 'agreed upon'
have not been found!