Butterfly has flown
Before his fist could crush her.
In a place that none can reach,
She can be her own.
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- Wait
- Your Name
- Well,
- Unconsecrated
- Unremarkable
- treading water
- Third Haiku-ish
- The seas of change are reflecting the sun.
- The Painter (Rose Carruthers)
- The Lighted Inn
- the ballad of the modern girl
- States of Matter
- Special
- Sometimes, I Bite.
- solstice
- Ship in a Bottle
- She Knew That This Wasn't Goodbye
- Second Haiku-ish
- Reflections on the water.
- Raindrops and Sand Dunes
- railway inn, 3rd of June
- Origami
- one way street
- one feather
- if you have ever
- greenwood marriage
- Glass Woman
- Foreign Body
- Fold
- First and Final
- Empty Vessel
- distilled ecstacy
- disposable princess
- dance the vine
- black-berrying
- better left unsaid
- Bar End
- and the rains have come
- An Elegy
- A Necessary Abstraction
- A Haiku-ish
- A Dragonfly Is Never Ugly
- a distant face
- 13th December
- (wings)
- (watermeadows)
- (Wan'dring)
- (origin)
- (lunar song)
- (I love you,)
- (for an acorn)
- (disturbed brunette) a magnetic fridge poem.
- (Dead Weight)
- (Clarity)
- (Bound and Broken)
- (an apple)
- (abandonment)
- (Abandoned)
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