Butterflies

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Their muddled
flight, floppy
transit, blundering
flower-to-flower:
so cute.

Like the leaf
whose frozen
green wings
tremble along
a spine whose
source is the root:
a butterfly shudders
in this Indian summer.

Up my backbone
runs premonition:
not so much time
for dancing
in the light.

 

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