Twisted March

When March arrives, when the butterflies fly
they will tie silk ribbon around the wrisk to rise and open up
and the sun will and warm what lies beyond the shadow

When the journey comes the the end
the butterflies will untie the ribbon
and stay still, anticipating for the next March to come

and we all will be out there
to hold the hand up, a fist
with the red warm, the green inflosescent and the brown fresh and fertile

until the butterfly comes to life again, ties the silk ribbon and fly anew.


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