Face to Face

Inside the cage
a butterfly,
the prison
I have made.

Face to face
I see her,
the specimen
of my days.

Dull eyes
upon the latch,
colored dust
and softly
faded wings.

I need only
raise my hand
to set us free.

April 30, 2006

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