on the sunny ground
of a butterfly above me
but when I looked around
it was gone what’s strange
is just at that exact
moment I was thinking
of the dove that flew
above the naked figure
standing in the Jordan
after so much preparation
to take his place
as he had promised
his father and his friends
there in the river of time
to reverse the current
of evolution toward love
just as a monarch flew by
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