Friday, September 18, 2015

Chances



They are butterflies
caught and wrapped
in a bundle roll of grass
thrashing like fish
swinging and fighting
for its inch.


Bending into peculiar angles
they look for an extra mile
to dive into hearts , your body, eager
high on mountains and river spray
But susceptible to kicks now
they freeze 
and die.

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