On the back of a used envelope I write, not a list of to-dos exactly,
but more like a set of military manoeuvres.
On the North facing flap- a retrieval exercise
Both belated birthday greetings
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While to the South I plan to open up new neural pathways
by taking up German- again
And it being the month of Janus,the two headed Roman god,
Facing West where the sun sets I intend to review and reform
starting with an elimination of the superfluous
And Eastward where the sun rises
I will repair the rest which is, hopefully, most of me
But somewhere in the middle, about the Equator, I write Research Butterflies
for someone yesterday said that a poem was like a net to trap and contain,
by which I think they meant feelings. Words as stakes, or darts or pins?
and I thought of butterflies as you might and of poem as butterfly rather than net
not to be pinned or mounted or frozen
But to let settle, let startle, let shift and finally let fly
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