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SCALLOP DREAMS
I am not yet a butterfly having the agenda
To scallop through gardens blooming;
Nor the spirit to lightly skip through pollen
On a breakfast menu of morning glories;
What if the wind should rip a wing
When i emerge delicate,
from my chrysalis of darkness and bliss;
Asleep to the wonders of pain and joy
Unknownst to clouds on a bright sunny day;
Cumulus clouds puffy and white
Wistful and alluring to the drama
Of a meadow unkempt
Of grasses waving below
© gillena cox 2021
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