Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Letting Go, Always, Again

but lovers
aren’t like butterflies:
you can’t pin them
to a wall, and leave them there
and hope they’ll pose
no, they will insist
on cutting the puppet-strings
and getting on their own feet
to strut about
with incipient purpose
and vague opinions.

but if you let them fly,
wherever they touch earth
they brighten it,
making gardens,
and their light will refract
the hours like mosaic glass.

let them go.
don’t try to
trim their pinions.
the best ones
will cook you breakfast.

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