In the sunlight
The nascent butterfly
Walked with me,
Perched on my heart’s upper lobe;
I don’t know why.
I grew superstitious
And credulous of a new love
Or felt the old one depart
On a fading flight.
A moment passed by
And the butterfly
Left its footprints
Where it had sat:
Were they from the nectar dip
Or was my heart to blame
For inordinate its tenderness?
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