we stop.
a butterfly warms itself on a rock.
its wings, crisp leaves, rise slowly.
pause
a mad flutter
and now nothing.
we walk on.
a butterfly warms itself on a rock.
its wings, crisp leaves, rise slowly.
pause
a mad flutter
and now nothing.
we walk on.
posted by Unknown at 8:33 AM
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