Almost-summer air caught in my throat
For just a moment
Cadence released from flowing pollen
Into my chest, to sit
Butterfly on my wrist awoken by this
Beating to the sky
Her wings unchained and open again
Silent egg no more
Dancing in the blaze of cataract
No release from that
Felicitous and momentarily stunned
Eyes to the sun
Almost-summer air caught in my throat
For just a moment
My heart stops in my chest to mar -
Oh…there you are
Drawing: "Ostara" (1884) by Johannes Gehrts.
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