Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Queen Anne’s Lace and a Butterfly Race

Queen Anne’s Lace and a Butterfly race,
wings a flutter and I try to brace .
Caught up in a butterfly race, soaring
high an I’m keeping pace.

Over the mountain and beyond the dell,
the little butterfly waved a big farewell.
Flit and floating on a sunshine dream,
my heart beat picks up steam.

Vision clearer then could ever be, as I
glazed on down through the sycamore
trees. Flapping to the gentle breeze are
the wings of a butterfly just set free.
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