Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Insect Ballet
Three butterflies suspended in the air,
Flying in a magical close formation of shifting
Triangles, a quiet fluttering wing-dance
Inter-weaving, blacks and blues, lifting
On an angel's breath of a breeze,
Upward into the green tree, drifting,
Leaving me below in the moment's trance...
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