from here

From here –

Beauty chases poetry. I chase poetry. Beauty chases me.

What a lovely end to this week’s worth of weekday posts.

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Like a butterfly

in the Saturday summer air,

I chased after a ghost

down the beach. 

I was that flitty.

I was that colorful.

Like my winged cousin,

trusting the easy westerlies,

a faith we’re in this

together.