
Born with rusty spikes, not silver spoons
She tried to blend
stray cats and drifters, her friendsShe rarely saw wings among all the rusty things
one tender sighting was all she needed to set her mind dreamingfor years, she drew its lifted likeness on dusty hoods and layered dirt
never imagining that just beyond the broken-down fringes
where decaying metal was no longer recognizable,
where the sun reflecting from cracked windows had faded and singed
all the glory of what had once been
existed an open field, with no gatekeepers or fences
where flowers grew as they pleased, wildly
where butterflies danced in dozens, ready to welcome her home


Thanks for stopping by.
Warm regards and best wishes.
Michele
featured photo of woman in junkyard by Viktoriia Pankratova / my butterfly photos taken in Ohio
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Published on August 01, 2025 14:18