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Another Butterfly Effect
I came from the Garden, "arms" bearing fruit, and rounding a corner found cobwebs en route. Grief grabbed my heart when I saw they had snagged, a butterfly bright, and proud, like a flag. (But then in the wind, I noticed a Movement, and realized my chance to offer improvement. I took great offense like one who resents, and tore down the entangled tress of detents!) And smiling I watched it fly off to the sun, flitting and pretty, its freedom I’d won, and reaching to gather my Fruit off the ground, I noticed the spider— starving and 'stound . . . ----------------------------------------------------------------------- For a quick explanation of "The Butterfly Effect, " try http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect . ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This poem is from "Bottle in the River" about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle tossed by the fingertips of "that I am." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"
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