Wednesday, November 30, 2016
"A Drunken Butterfly"––poem by Dorothy
A Drunken Butterfly
Drink this
and become
a drunken butterfly.
Let your wings wobble
as if they are trying
to fall off.
Do not mind
where you are going.
Your destination
is already here.
Soon you will be refusing
to sleep.
You will declare
that you no longer need food.
Then you will vanish
into the air,
become a creature of light.
Dorothy Walters
November 27, 2016
(image from internet)
