THE LAST BUTTERFLY

The last butterfly flew away,
and then perched on air
to my nostril.

I held a breath to keep you still
until the wind came, blowing you off,
some dandelion seed.

Now, here you are
back to the ground where
you first learned to crawl.

© Gheeneil

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