Prizes
Beautiful
butterflies, fluttering, fluttering
Right
at the keen razor’s edge of my eye;
Clutch
them with two meaty fists and you’ll find just how
Easily
beautiful butterflies die.
Find
another fly to follow.
Rock
stars and statesmen and actors can easily
Gather
up thousands of wings, unabashed,
Sweep
into piles or label them neatly and
Fill
a glass case with them, every one smashed.
Bent
wings beat bare white walls.
Jefferson,
author of that great decree granting
Every
man rights as our country took root,
Laughed
at the notion that we can find happiness,
Guaranteed
none of it—only pursuit.
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