I am the black hairy caterpillar winding itself
Up and up
On the green sweet tender of a summery leaf;
Wanting the stiffer footing of a stamen
And wreaking with a buzz no one hears but the wind…
Wings would remedy my reeling
Toward peopled sky…
Then you would cease to be the only one
untouchable.
*dedicated to my grandfather Enrique Lamelas who’s 93rd birthday was yesterday.
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