(This is another piece from my chapbook, "Exposed". )
Flutter
A white butterfly in a dark hallway fluttering
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.
*
**
***
****
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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