flirting with me?
swaying...swinging…fluttering…
butterflies aren’t shy
(Just as I was about to get into my car, this butterfly flew by fluttering then landing, slowly flapping it’s beautiful wings…. then lifting up fluttering, then landing again to slowly flap….flap….flap….then fly up and soar then land and pause…. Time held its breath. On and on, the butterfly lingered, repeating these motions like a trappist monk in ritual….or a jezebel alluring me? Butterflies aren’t shy, are they.)
