Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Monarchy

last year's unplanted
milkweed pods are 
weighing happily 
not on my chest
of drawers but
my bedside
end table

beginning
to open on
their own even
oddly because the
only something that
might be soil is my must
be dirty bedroom allowing

them to reign and roam free
over dust tumble weeds and 
dandelion peasantry both
blowing in a draft's breeze 
around my room but the
regality can be milked
out of this weed

and and or but at
some time i think
i saw peripherally
black and orange
as my door hinge
spoke in a creak
that they were

here with me but 
when i woke was i 
a man dreaming 
that i was a butter
fly or a butterfly 
dreaming i was 
a man

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David Mchattie January 6, 2020 at 9:49 PM Wow. Deep stuff my friend. Who knows what our true reality is? Stay frosty. Jeff Connelly January 7, 2020 at 8:09 AM Thank you David, but as a sort of non practicing Taoist I agree with the belief that we are like water. Always flowing so that if an obstacle appears in front of us we flow around it. And if an obstacle becomes like a dam we grow until we can overflow it. My mind is floating right now lol.