Cocoon Poem by Jane L. Carman
Cocoon
Despite transparent walls
the caterpillar
chews asclepsia
a regimen
worthy of the most
refined matriarch,
a homemade
comforter hides
metamorphosis,
plastic surgeons
will never
achieve
the mastery
of a butterfly
whose indifference
to waist size or
antenna length
allows confidence
with or without
an audience
We humans are a strange lot, indeed. So concerned with physical attributes and the opinions of others, instead of just going about our business without all of our insecurities. Look to the butterfly, my friends. Joyce, a wonderfully observant and charming piece. Kindest regards, Greg
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4/25/2024 6:33:38 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sorry about calling you Joyce, Jane.