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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield


The swallowtail butterfly
landed on the impatiens.
Landed like a yellow leaf
in front of Jackie,
a few inches from his eyes.
A remarkable God thing,
stripes of a tiger,
the silence of stealth,
and Jackie spoke to it,
his words still being born,
a little God man.
Wings of a yellow sun,
a gold cocoon,
the earth unfolding a flower.
I held the exhalation of my breath,
time was still,
and I heard the everlasting
come like a song
from the laughter of a boy.

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