These photos of a morning Monarch are from my new camera. For the "season" I got a present from my family. A Cyber-Shot Sony. I'm learning how to use it. It will take a lifetime. Slow learner.
After
Several of the women in my life told me to look to butterflies on their passing.
Returning to the flowers to drink up the nectar in the warm sun.
As they floated by soon after their funerals it seemed so possible
As I held my tiny rock in hand remembering their lives.
The greatest of minds seek to prolong life, live on after, or return in another human version
To give it another go, in this thing we call the relating of our race.
Sylvia Charm Bluhm, Mary Alexander and Gladys Pearl wanted to return free of all of that
Lightly and gently floating in the cycles of life a thing beautiful and free
Of self reflection and self interested maneuvering
Living as something capable of inspiring a song
Turning a head, giving life to the seed of potentials.
When I see them now it always starts with the glimpse of their beauty
That once walked this earth and left me so changed.
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