On the gravel road
a butterfly hovers close
to the ground. I swerve,
then, looking in my rear-view
mirror, I see it chasing me.
JDG
On the gravel road
a butterfly hovers close
to the ground. I swerve,
then, looking in my rear-view
mirror, I see it chasing me.
JDG
how very tender and sweet.
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