Sunday, March 04, 2012

born to catch butterflies on her tongue

She was born to catch butterflies on her tongue.

With shooting stars in her eyes,
she waits for rain
to wash the day
out of her hair.
Sitting on a small, dry patch of grass,
she closes her eyes
and waits,
anticipating the flutter on her tongue.

As a child
she advised balloons
on bouncing and stretching.
She interrogated hens
until they told her
the truth.

When she tires, she closes her eyes
and shrinks to the size of a pea;
hides under a maple leaf
in the backyard.
She feels safe there
resting and dreaming
of a world filled
with butterfly wings.

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