The butterfly
goes back and forth
between my lungs,
where there's a blast of winter
...
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p1The title 'Your Memory', reduced to delicate breath as a butterfly flutters 'back and forth between my lungs' in a cold snap season 'where there's a blast of winter and no trace of the bright glow of autumn' is exquisite imagery; extended into the wonderfully written
p2'Eventually, it sits and settles amidst the raining petals inside my head'; and the startling break through moment explanation 'flabbergasted by the flash of the first warm rays of the sun of spring.' Superb Poetry.