they soar like tiny winged cathedrals
their windows open to heaven
an infinity of butterflies weave
themselves through the eucalyptus
filling them with a quickening light
smells of mint, honey, and pine
surround us, clouds so far above,
we live only in sunshine
a kiss under a Monarch cluster
a butterfly kiss,
the world contains everything
in this moment and more
we are royalty
counting our sudden wealth
branch by golden branch
© by Jean Lin.
Used with the author’s permission.
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