Tagged: butterfly

afternoons in our

afternoons in our
backyard, the wasp tries the lock
again, two humming-

birds dive-bomb past the feeder,
a butterfly flaps its wings
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: lock

there’s expectation

there’s expectation
in the unexpected – a pair
of wings picking out

a single blossom between a
skyscraper and its shadow
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: unexpected

you plant butterfly

perhaps you and i

perhaps you and i
are newly crossing into
our butterfly stage –

year after year after year,
it becomes a blur of wings
.
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love is a run-on

love is a run-on
pleasure that gathers all
gestures into context

context is a butterfly
net thirty minutes
deep capturing
delicate words

words are small, wild
animals caught
and released
after tagging and
studying them with love

love is a run-on
reverie that needs
no context to roam
.
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blow hard, and a handful

blow hard, and a handful
of september
days will burst forth
from their hibernation
like roosting
butterflies, each
with tinseled
wings and
radiant applause
.
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