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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
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
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