The Butterfly
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Barry Smyth
framed as a memory,
a moment from my past.
Viewed in the abstract
out of time and place
a road barely traveled,
relinquished.
You uncertain of yourself
your chrysalis newly hatched
wings poised to explore.
A garden an opportunity,
a safe place in the moment
And with wings tested
relinquished.
You on a journey
a discovery of self,
the lepidopterists dream.
Still, the garden endures,
despite the passage of time,
Its memory of you remain,
unrelinquished.
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