Friday, July 19, 2024

Butterfly Moves

 


this barrier she wears a cloak of green that none can see

she sails through halls footsteps mute 

black and white etched in minds as she passes by


butterfly's move down from there they flap their wings and move the wind on the arm of the bedouin 


the screech of the birds over head

the smell of animal waste hangs in the cool wet air that light hasn't hit although it be day

a peacock strides by a neck so long it seems to have been stretched

iridescent matter captured at every angle

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