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Dear Little Butterfly,
When I try to find you
They tell me you’re toxic to the garden
That you while around
Wings flitting
Leaving your eggs to grow into worms
Larvae that nibble on the leaves
But what’s so bad about nibbling on the leaves
Butterfly girl
And the whitish green wings
That fly across my face
Everywhere I go
Walking behind me
Dear one
These are early days
The kind where there is much to learn
Much to be done
You are everywhere all at once
Within you a thousand stories
Within me a thousand more
In time, may I learn your stories?
Find the contours of earth that shape you
The way the flowers fall at your feet or the trees tower above
For there is a language
In the words we don’t say
That we so carefully tread around
Putting pieces of ourselves into the world
Hoping they land softly
That they may protect us when our falling minds meet steady ground
Steady. Grounded.
What would it feel like to know we are exactly as we are, have been, will be?
I see it in your eyes
The way your breath catches briefly
A shred of disappointment
That trails off
It can be lonely at the ends of those trails
If I may walk them with you, perhaps we will land
Gently or not
On earth
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