NOVEMBER 2021
MONTHS LATER ON THIS DAY, she closed the shutters to him and alchemized from a cocoon to a butterfly beneath a circle of friends in tune. She removed the photos, gifts, and letters and put them in a box to reminisce later. Talking out loud, “She takes just like a woman, but she will not break like a little girl.” No more hours fanning the past; on this day, my view is spanning.” She sat peacefully by the fire into the night and let her broken wing sing as she watched the wood turn to gold.
ADVENTURERS IN SINGLE LIVINGNESS 