Wednesday, July 19, 2017

9752. THE BUTTERFLY HAS NO ADDRESS?

THE BUTTERFLY 
HAS NO ADDRESS?
There's a mark in the forest where the hermit
once lived  -  a tidy little hut made of wood.
Not used to visitors, he kept a rifle on the
wall pegged with a knot to a crooked shelf.
50 paces off was a small stream that always
ran  -  spring-fed from a slit in the open rocks.
A metal ladle or something hung there, also 
tied by string to a post. I guess he was 
afraid things would just take off.

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