Metamoprhi



The warm sun shines through hair
no one wants to touch
for fear of damage

 Fragile but determined movement
a place to find
happenstance yet predestined

 Leaves and grass traversed
touring but no recall
fated predisposition driving on

 Where is the desination
is this the spot
the place to make the adjustment

 The rush of air
Shadowed wings beating flash
a faunistic game

 Does the butterfly remember being the caterpillar?










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