February 26, 2018
By , Nashotah, WI

Fragile wings flutter in the breeze.
A butterfly floats near a leaf.
Does it know how it was born?
A wiggly worm in a cocoon?
My grandma’s paintbrush, ink and pen,
hang, overlooking me.

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