Sep 07, 2005 15:45
the beast was on the street
she seemed in place, comfortable, even when she was alone
this was home
bureaucracy is the dejection setting in
invited with a yellow welcome mat
"what's mine is yours, com-pahd-ray"
i leave it there, that nonchalant is my pride
baby brother breaks things
be the good big sister and take the blame.
a lonely arm strokes passing breezes
then the symbol, freeing itsself
delicately lingers on the saluting hand of the queen
a slight flick of the wrist and the angry butterfly is but an image
taken with the wind
it is closer than it appears.
thinking back
perhaps i could have caught it
in that split second it posed
had my fingers been so inclined.