This
Is the flight path
Of the butterfly
Wait
Where am I going
Which way
Should I turn; now or next
From leaf to hydrangea
Or statuette to clover
And then away, right away, far away
To leave you at peace
Without foreboding
Under the cloud-covered, smothered sky
Might I then
Once more return briskly
With my friend
By the plant pots
Do you remember
On television
The wooden tops
The flower pot men
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