The Butterfly hovers
between two worlds.
A humming bird flits
to the same vine
and then away.
The moth
wants something
so badly it is
eaten by flame.
My heart is suspended
over the distance
while the pull of my wing
feels the sureness
of flight.
© -Sonja J. Phinney 1987
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