"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Red Admiral
A butterfly lit atop the wood block, stretched its wings several times, then settled in for an afternoon siesta, soaking in the 5:00 sun. Admire the admiral: his jaunty epaulets of red, white, and blue; his wings as intricately mottled as any Florentine marbled paper; his snappily striped antennae; his proud proboscis and wildly dotted eyes.Camouflage or costume -- his dress uniform deserves my salute.
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