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By: Foxseaone~

~

Laying

in the tall grass of summer

I imagine

the cluster of irises on the hillside

are really

butterflies waiting

for dusk

to unfreeze their wings.

When the wind caresses their petals

I watch

closely

for they are anxious

to return to the air

without their roots tethering them.

 

I am just a spectator,

but I have also

been seduced

by the sun.

Absorbing it all

I imagine

I hear them swaying and whispering

to the wind

to release their wings.

While we sleep

they escape.

`

In the morning their

petals scatter throughout

the field

flying without intent.

Only their roots

remained,

eager to regenerate

and ascend

from oblivion.

~

 C.S. Fox