High Level and surrounding areas have been infested by caterpillars, decimating the trees - it looks like winter. The trees bloomed, and two weeks later the leaves were gone. In their place are just piles, heaps.. of writhing, soft worms of wool. And weeks later.... butterflies. Now there are just flocks of them, kamikaze geishas flying everywhere, swooping and spinning. Driving on the quad, they slip across your cheeks like tiny little bits of cool silk and cling to your hair. They lay on the ground in beautiful patterns until you get close and then they exlode over you.. I think my heart stops, or just explodes into millions of tiny little butterfly beats, until they pass.. then my heart collects its beats.. and keeps going.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Butterfly Beats
High Level and surrounding areas have been infested by caterpillars, decimating the trees - it looks like winter. The trees bloomed, and two weeks later the leaves were gone. In their place are just piles, heaps.. of writhing, soft worms of wool. And weeks later.... butterflies. Now there are just flocks of them, kamikaze geishas flying everywhere, swooping and spinning. Driving on the quad, they slip across your cheeks like tiny little bits of cool silk and cling to your hair. They lay on the ground in beautiful patterns until you get close and then they exlode over you.. I think my heart stops, or just explodes into millions of tiny little butterfly beats, until they pass.. then my heart collects its beats.. and keeps going.
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