Kindness

Kindness

Mid-stride, mid-thought

distracted by what is

inhabiting her

just then–a caught eye,

a pause and turn,

un-thought

a flung hand

-ful of words

that might be stones

but, like magic,

erupt a kaleidoscope

of butterflies

a gentle battery

of wings

velvet hands

against his face

hammering

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