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Oh my fuzzy-headed
Caterpillar. Many hours
Have we passed together.
You on your toadstool,
All smug and wise,
Blowing smoke in my eyes.
I am afraid to leave.
Your metamorphosis scares me.
In my absence, you might
Partake too much,
Of the locoweed.
That alluring plant that
Sends your mind
Reeling through a
Butterfly prism of shades and colors,
But in the end, it leaves you numb.
You’ll build a cocoon
From designer threads.
But I know you might never
Emerge all new and improved.
Instead, you’ll be like the
Other ones
Who never made it;
Empty and unfulfilled.
You’ll stay attached to some grimy tree,
Or a dusty overhang, waiting to be
Blown away and become lost
To me forever.
- David Garman
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