Monday, November 11, 2013

Aug. 1, 2011

For just a moment I can be still
I can place my mind in beige and cotton and
forget about the problems of the world,

I wish to take this slice in time, this peace
and wrap myself around it.
To preserve it somehow.

But the butterfly in the jar
will surely die
just as surely as tomorrow will come.

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