What life?

Photo by Debra Jones

So many choices, I think when one transitions from our present life to…?

Another somersault into another existence.

Becoming then the reality of an hitherto imagining… the look and feel of a “what if I had chosen a different path”.

And so my startling beautiful butterfly friend…

Who were you before?

I like to think you were(are) my love. Now, for a time, cloaked in color and floating and flitting, and landing, and soaring.

And searching still.


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