Friday, June 22, 2012


Do caterpillars remember
Who they were
Five generations anon each spring
Fourteen legs crawling from leaf to leaf
Munching on milkweed with abandon
Poohing at random
Shedding their stripes yellow, black, white
Binding their bum to hang upside-down
Wiggle and jiggle into a chrysalis skin
Soft green coma
Bursting forth inflating tiny wings like a rescue raft at sea
Larger larger for aerodynamic lift
Dry to fly in the sky
Sip sweet nectar, mate, and die
Earthbound once again

Give me wings.
© 2012 Ima B. Musing

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