• Gary Hunter

Rain and Butterflies - March 13, 2022

Where can they fold up wings

so every drop and the

drop’s shrapnel misses?


How do they avoid

fat hidden drips waiting

to ruin a sunny takeoff?


What are their wings

but dissolvable beauty

charcoal without a canvas

sheered dreams that fly


I know my feelings

get hammered by words

certainly the heavy true ones

punch holes that bleed


Perhaps its innocence

or an angel with an umbrella

that helps their odds


while the rest of us

trust the guilt that built

the old roof to save us

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