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We Followed the Moonwing Butterfly into the Emerald Dragonwood
We followed the Moonwing Butterfly beneath the Dragonwood’s dripping canopy, where leaves rose higher than our heads and every step sank into black moss. It settled on a broad green blade, its wings veined like amber glass. Then the leaf trembled. Something enormous shifted above us, and the butterfly shot into the dark.
The flower stall by the bakery
I go for bread and leave with tulips. The baker knows and has stopped laughing.
The notebook that lives in the jacket
It has a swollen cover from the lake. The useful pages are the ones with water stains.
An empty restaurant at four
Too late for lunch, too early for dinner. The best table is always free.
A black bike I can't afford
I stopped beneath the shop lights, staring at the black road bike: slim frame, deep wheels, drop bars curled like a dare. It cost more than I could spare, so I traced its route on the fogged window instead—over the bridge, past the harbor, up the dark ridge. Someday, I told myself, those wheels would carry me there.
What came home in the paper bag
I went out for bread and came back with a cabbage. This happens every Thursday.