Saturday, October 29, 2016

Kerri Shying R # 116 Selfie


Selfie

One madly posing
butterfly
determined for a selfie

brings my laugh
return

where all seemed gravel
underfoot   vertigo  

toes bunched
 up   the fingers tense

keep a footing  now I
lift the eyes   almost

missed this
 year’s jacaranda

purple bruises on
 an old suburban apron

history’s errant  thumb dipped
in juice too sweet  for any
to resist    life it’s

on the sly
move fast or miss
the passing

butterfly.

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