Surviving the Butterfly

Shooting from the hip,
I have flown by the seat of my pants
for far too long.
Now, given a moment to ground,
I keep checking my feet
for quicksand.

[written 7/9/17]


1 comment:

Bekkie Sanchez said...

I am at the edge of that quicksand!

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