The Butterfly Jar


We had a jar with a butterfly.

We opened the lid and it flew to the sky.

And there are things inside my head

Waiting to be thought or said;

Dreams and jokes and wonderings are

Locked inside, like a butterfly jar.

But then, when you are here with me,

I can open the lid and set them free.


by Jeffrey Moss


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