Sipping
a cup of rich dark coffee
warmed over in the microwave,
I glance out my living room window
and witness
a white butterfly flitting past;
I wonder
if this is the same butterfly
I saw yesterday
as I sipped a cup
of fresh brewed coffee.
Labels: butterfly, coffee, poem, Thursday
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