Transformations - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the caterpillar, the flower bud,
time is like a hand that does not compel
them, because by its unnoticeable grace
the process goes on and on

the caterpillar is caressed into a cocoon
in still air
stiller hours
of petals falling one by one
giving way to seeds

the buds have no memories
what to tell
how one morning they all turn
into flowers
then wilt
upon the conquest of

some things too
have wings that flutter
but only for
a day

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 17, 2011

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