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In It, of It, and Can’t Skip Around It

In It, of It, and Can’t Skip Around It

written by: Scott Thomas Outlar



A friendly butterfly
fluttered by
in the summer breeze,
landed on a leaf
beside me on the path,
and proceeded
to slowly spread wide each wing
like a peacock strutting during a private show
to reveal its black and sharp blue beauty.

I did what any reasonable man
wandering through the woods would:
stood and stared in awe
before whispering a prayer of appreciation
for the magical nature of this blessed existence.

Later on, some beast of the bank
stuck a finger in my eye
while sucking several notes
straight from my soul.

It all balances out in this world.

A pound of flesh for the frenzied feast
and a wink to the stars come the save.

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