Like a child, mind
wants to play, but
even the butterflies
are on the clock.
Still, attention is happy
to comport
with the swallowtail
as it jerkily
rounds the corner.
Like a child, mind
follows, imitates.
First and last
it loves sequence.
I’ve counted up
to one this season.
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