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In a breath, in half a moment Caught: a butterfly, |
| An insect for Amber. | |
| Who laughs |
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As I transfer it to her arm. I cannot hear her giggle Without seeing tiny tarsii in my mind (And I adore them!) She, though, Has not seen the photos in her father's books. She feels just the tickle, And her liberal curiosity Is captured by its bright pinwheel escape And cares not for the mysteries of flight. |