Monday, May 09, 2005

Butterflies



Be still.
For one flap,
The typhoon’d blow.
Up high and down low.

Be still.
For one flutter,
I’d expect and hope.
My suicide rope.

Ssh, be still.
For just one flap,
It’d all fall apart.
My heart.

Don’t move.
Don’t beat.
Don’t feel.
Please,
--be still.