November 13, 2009
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butterfly away
W walked over it.
We walked past it.
We walked around it.There, on the sidewalk, the crushed butterfly.
Symbol of beauty tread under foot.
Life ended without note.Because we are just too busy.
Other things are just too important.Ground and crushed,
battered and flattened,
the wind blows and a wing still flutters.
The people clear and the colors are still bright.There is only so much you can take away.
Only so much you can steal by your overlooking.For some things are eternal,
and will still be seen,
even if eyes are lacking.Some things will be,
even when life is ended.Tomorrow the butterfly will be gone.
Tomorrow I will be writing about something else.
Thinking about someone else.
Tomorrow I may cease to be.But there is something bigger.
Something that is found
in the crushed beauty
of the butterfly on the sidewalk.
