Floating Freely

Wings warmed by the sun, I float freely.

June’s breeze lifts me from my perch,

all color and motion, attracting a child’s eye,

she shrieks with glee, and runs to see.

Lighting quick, from flower to tree, no one catches me.

I fly above the teeming earth,

where humans scurry like swarming ants,

always in a hurry, all fury and power,

and try not to gloat as I float upon this flower,

a butterfly thinking Zhuangzi thoughts.

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