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Monday, May 02, 2005

Butterfly Man

Grass brushed soft around my ankles
As I was drowning in shades of green
I wandered curious to make a finding
And stumbled on a fortune I could not have seen

A beauty had crawled to the dew on a leaf
And rested as if breathing out in exhausted relief

I, with a little girl's much possessive act
And the certainty it would be much weaker to react
Kneeled down so its world and mine contact
And I reset its land
Right on the palm of my hand
Where a butterfly man
Grew on its bounds
And like Peter Pan
Started flying around

Then came back to me..

How could I believe?

He chose being with me
And passed a chance of being set free

Doha Matar (from www.


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