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Mounted on brightened wings

How wish we, have that grace in common    
in meadow with its vista mapped      
see and feel its sway      
the heady rush of pollen      
the heart uncapped, the keg now tapped      
      
That upward rush under the wing      
 spirit like Lovage; cloy on the teeth      
with herbs, liven the palate with every sip      
 from its chrysalis then break free      
       
A swish, its fashioned delicacy      
to flutter, as notes upon a stave      
that free spirit trace      
like imagination's, dance upon springs ballet      
       
From last summer's nibbled leaf      
 morphed to beauty, now magician's slight      
that moment a wish had just escaped      
to seek nectar in the summers heat      
       
Perch upon the wishing well      
that freedom we deny ourselves      
for our coins will never fly      
and failing hopes all drowned it that confine        
       
Did the poet send the chill, the freeze      
the lepidopterist to capture it      
hold its fragile charm        
mount it in a frame of rhyme  
Written by slipalong
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