Butterfly


I sat all alone among the jeepneys,
One saturday afternoon. The flutter
Of wings diverted my eyes from the sky
Down to the ground. A butterfly landed
On top of a rotten fruit. I asked it:
Dear butterfly, what are you doing there?
What is it that you see? Why don’t you leave
That fruit behind and just search for something
Sweeter? It simply circled for some time
And then to the fruit, it returned. It may
Not have been the sweetest fruit, but
Then the butterfly knew that it was his.

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