Eilidh
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Flying above
She looked askance
at her butterfly wings:
So capable and yet so fragile
Iridescent blues and burnt sienna
Watercolors or perhaps pastels
Perched on sunflower
Stalks like cellulosic towers
Watching the gardens grow
Before the days of busy nothingness
When children ran free through muddy fields
Adults conversed over coffee and cream
Biscuits in the oven
Pound cake on Sundays
Backyard strawberries
So sweet, those memories of summer.
She looked askance at those wings
Wondering what it took to fly
Through neighborhoods, high above the mountaintops
The same tops now pillaged for mineral greed
Drifting along airstreams
Watching cities turn to country land
Voices heard high above the telephone lines
Mother crying out to all who listen
Who know how to listen:
Gifts are offered for a reason
Offered only to those who do the knowing
The knowers protect those who do the seeing
The burden, blessing, and reward
stem from those
who do the freeing.
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