A Passing Butterfly   Leave a comment

Painted Lady-0414 blog IIPainted Lady Butterfly — Image by kenne

I gently rub
my beard
in deep thought
distracted only
by an occasional
butterfly
passing by
in the middle
of the day.

I savor
the moment
rubbing 
white whiskers
navigating through
mind droppings
reaching out
to catch 
a falling star.

The desert sky
bluer than the 
bluest of blues
a backdrop to
sun-scalded red
creating visuals
turning to words
honed by the soul
itching to be scratched.

— kenne

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