stages.



I was given to him as a caterpillar
at an early age.

today, I caught him bathing in sugar water,
holding out his finger,
waiting for something
that never seemed to arrive.

I flew right past his ear as a butterfly,
landing on a man that would know
how to do more than glance -

one that would appreciate my beauty,
even without wings.


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