I started collecting butterflies -
first one on my sleeve, then one on my heart
(which was on my lapel), then one on my knees
(it hopped back and forth with a jitterbug ease)
Then more came, and more. Delighted, I walked
ever lighter afoot as I strolled further up
the downsloping trail, just covered in them
And you will not be seeing me, ever again.
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