the first flutter
tired. so tired now.
Legs, that satisfying tire of
having moved, having
walked - a distance.
And so
I sit, quietly
and there you are.
My little flutter.
A Little flutter, brief
but strong butterfly
wings flapping
Hello.
Hello little one.
x
for the visionaries
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