Advice To A Butterfly Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

Advice To A Butterfly



Aimless petal of the wind,
Spinning gently weird circles,
To the flowers underneath
You are a drunken king of motion;
To the plunging winds above
You are momentary indecision.

Aimless petal of the wind,
Waver carelessly against this June.
The universe, like you, is but
The drowsy arm of stillness
Spinning gently weird circles in his sleep.

Thursday, November 13, 2014
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Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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