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A Gossamer Thought

A butterfly’s wing — a poem

Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

A gossamer thought
a butterfly’s wing
a scale from a butterfly’s wing
stirs then rises
aloft then lost in air
this windy summer’s day

What was that I thought
what was that notion
that fleeting glimpse
of some airy thing
that wanted telling
and singing

that kissed and whispered
and smiled and fled

My clumsy fingers
memory’s goons
now reach and poke
and grasp and rip
the airy thought
asunder

And now there is
only sky

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