Delusions
They aren't dreams anymore
they are simply delusions.
Bright lights in the eyes
opticalic occlusions.
Green butterflies congregate
on the cusp.
Of something so beautiful
under the crust.
Of worn out responses to
yesterday's woes.
You can't make a butterfly
go with the flow.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2005
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