I meant to tell you yesterday
While we were on the phone
Talking about the commonness of trauma
And you were telling me about
Your grandson's delicately forming ego
Just then I swear a large yellow
Swallowtail fluttered right up
Beside me and I reached out
My hand just as you were saying
How beautiful he's grown
How he loves motorcycles
And is working and saving for one
Just as that butterfly landed on my arm
But I couldn't interrupt you then
So strangely I felt us both ascend
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