BP No. 06 Vision II

once
i saw
a butterfly
stay so
still,
& perfect:
like ice.

sitting on a
a rose,
where it did not belong.

it should have gone east,
or west.
or south.

it should have flown
as butterflies do.

in the distance,
far from caterpillars
and
shattered cocoons,
it is missed.

but it
is
perfect-
now,
and forever.

R.I.P

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