Schmetterling
I saw her flight,
pirouetting in poetry,
through the early summer blue
of sky,
her wings flickered
in the afternoon silence,
and then she settled
upon my open hand,
and taught me how to fly,
for there she rested
in moments that opened,
in the blossoming seconds
of hours,
I opened my eyes
at last, to wonder
for before me stood
my lifetimes,
of past and future choices,
in a bouquet
of wings and flowers.
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