a lover’s quick note

hidden deep
in a broken cage
insecurity flutters
like baby birds
upon the ground
stirring cats
with the sound
all our pushing
back and forth
away away
might justly
mean for now
not until
you have gone
so come back
talk again
around my life
like butterflies
dancing about
an open field
of butter cups
and I will share
my vagaries
for you to hear
and laugh at
as if a stick
poking the tired
sleepy bear

(January 17, 2015)

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