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One Butterfly Finds Gold...
By Kay D. Weeks
This is no place for longing,
She said.
Cloud dragons releasing joy;
Frigate battalions patrolling;
One butterfly finds gold!
–Or so I’m told–
Now, in the fragrant air,
A lost voice nudges me,
Bones to body emerging,
Then suddenly I feel you
Walking by this green sea,
Two becoming one,
–But not for long–
Alone again, and
Hear my song!
All longing gone.
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