Butterfly
Fly on the butter
magic carpets abound
always travelling.
Cobbles
Brighton Beach,
disappointed expectations
always waiting to be broken
Ice cream on the pier,
vinegary chips for lunch
couples cuddling in the cold wind
Where are the children playing in the sand?
Bandage the trees
The chainsaw hurts
rudely and crudely assaulting my branches
yet healthily removing dead tissue
Bandage my wounds
protect me from harm
be my friend.
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