The Following

From woods that yield to marsh,
from marsh that ponds into fields,
from fields that roll into a meadow,
a low cloud is following me.

It is light as light is light.
I turn around to look—
a cloud of butterflies!
Wing flappers, shudder flutterers,

copy-cat butterflies.
As if limping along
like gimpy-legged me
was a most beautiful way to fly.

Sharon Chmielarz
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