jerlyn eguia - hope for the flowers

i have kept the last leaf
of summer

inside the hands of my
solitude

shaped like a cup
my fingers fall in love with

the dews
the morning after i hear

the song of a white bird
about the birth

of a seed. And the sun
comes

and the clouds spread
what blueness

is there and oh
i have seen a lot of

caterpillars waiting
the next thing i have seen

after a sad season
are fluttering butterflies.

jerlyn eguia

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