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I see how strong a fragile thing can be.

Look! A butterfly comes fluttering

over its own reflection hovering

out in the middle of a pond so deep

and close you’d think no insect strength could last

the distance needed to reach land, yet up

it goes above the wide-mouthed bass that jumps

and death itself waits for it to stick fast

get soggy and drown. Like a visible song

singing against all odds in gusts of wind

that ought to knock it down, it’s carried in

every limb beyond the half sunk log

coming to spread its beating wings and soar

vanishing in the branches on the shore.




Drawings by Akram

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