Metamorphosis

See snow settle on windows. Chimneys gently, carefully, puff out smoke and I see irradiated lamp posts linking cable-lines across the street. Near a frozen wall of bricks and wires, I fly over water pipes. Ich fliege über Wasser, der Himmel zu, wo ist Frieden, weißt es du? Gutters pump out sleet and newspapers wrapped in shiny plastic. I watch grey watery clouds swell and thicken in the sky. The cold air wraps my wings and butterflies meander with the wind to hilltops we fly in. Soon – my wings will hold a flower.