napowrimo – falling behind – daaswi giizhgad – day nine


there’s a butterfly resting on a buttercup

i kneel down on the warm grass

watching it’s wings flutter

noticing the velvety softness

wonder at it’s black furry legs

and if the butterfly

has stopped to look at me

in my brown sun-kissed skin

check out my cut-off purple corduroys and mork n’ mindy shirt


down the gravel road, my mother’s steps are slow

the further she moves, getting smaller

and smaller, i hear her calling out

hurry up and move

these short little legs

skip behind



and giving chase


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