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She leaves tomorrow
this child that taught me
I the
leaden anchor tethering the butterfly
and now the fragile cord is cut
She
flies, circling me, jerking herself close then far
one last sniff of
sanctuary
before she goes to test
the strength of her tottering wings
I worry.
Another will fly beneath her
his strength will catch her
(he says)
if her delicate wings falter
I hope.
She leaves tomorrow
I smile brightly
One last lying
gift of love
I give her my trust
I mourn.
