turn the night to day,
a butterfly may say.
give me eyes to see,
so that i might flee.
find me water,
give me shade,
in the brightest day.
give me life,
my butterfly,
so that i may live this way.
eager to fly on paper wings,
he strode into the night.
and without a doubt,
he came about,
and disappeared into flight.
6-13-01

 
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