Economies of Butterflies

Mother Bear
from first principals
reborn from ink
floated to safety
tears raised me up
marked ∞
an always thing

wove
little and BIGS
one week.
Traded butterflies
for stories.
Rose petals
a bit of hope.
Saw truths spoke
honoured
danced.

"We were giving,
that's how
we kept
what we gave away."*

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To D my little neighbor and A a bigger neighbor.
*Neil Young "Comes at a Time"