halfway through
a broken day
a plum leaf
swimming
on the breeze
brushes
my piscine cheek
and pauses
a moment
a brief encouraging
green moment
then floats off
a butterfly tumbling
merrily singing
of soapy mornings
and lingering
whole-note afternoons
my memory swipes
at the song
but its notes slip
through the loosely
knotted net leaving
only an imprint
of a melody
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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