Today I felt the earth
quake inside of me.
A man walked by columned
white posts of my porch.
He paused, eyes caught, singular
in intent as a cat fixes
on its prey. Just as the cat
crouches, body taunt, then
springs forward, the man bent,
paused with warm sunshine
on his stilled back.
Forgetting himself he grabs
powerfully, greedily a flower that
grew in beautiful solitude abandon
and the cat snatched in
its jaws a butterfly.
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