Saturday, February 18, 2012

Flutter


(This is another piece from my chapbook, "Exposed". )

Flutter
A white butterfly in a dark hallway fluttering
as if floating like a snowflake on the wind.
I am floating too,
walking behind it as if on a cloud.
I don’t see my feet moving.
Who’s to say they still exist?
We engage in a dance,
moving down the hallway one after the other,
like school kids playing a schoolyard game.
Round in circles slowly,
arms extended side to side,
and I pause.
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****
The butterfly perches on my shoulder,
barely a tickle on my skin.
A light at the tunnels end surprises me,
and just as I flinch the butterfly moves on,
colliding with open air in slow motion as a door opens,
and it is joined by a numberless rabble.
Multitudes of color overtake the space,
and I am forced to ponder,
“Is it true... what they say:
that if a bunch of butterflies take off from Thailand,
it can cause a rainstorm in New York?”

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