a lone...

...butterfly

still hanging around - the community gardens - really? - i couldn’t wrap my head around it - i mean, i saw it flitting there - on the autumn colored zinnias - it was kind enough - to pose for me - looked right at me - as i spoke to her - asked why on earth - she was still here - i could see there - was some shredding - to her back wings - but not bad enough - to cause her to stay - not leave with the rest

of course she didn’t answer me - at least not in a way - i could understand - but i worry it’s so late now - and she was the only butterfly - in the whole garden - that she won’t make it - with those kinds of odds - even as beautiful - as she is - it makes it difficult - to call it...

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happy day.....