Flitting
From fruit to flower
As if by random chance
Following the sweetest scent
Unsettled by slightest tremor
Fluttering to fresh space
Sets down, silent, still
Absorbing heat of Sun
Full expanse of detail, colour, beauty
Revealed in staccato stretches
Then open display
She flew after
Gently removing
Each of my wings*
And leaving me
Learning to walk again
.
n.b. Wings intact, just removed for safe-keeping.
CLP 05/01/2020
❤
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