Saturday, September 8, 2018

it's so windy and the wanderer butterflies are a joy to see. they fly high in the wind and gather in the honey locust trees for rest and refreshment. when i see them i wonder why they were ever called monarchs, being about the farthest beings from heads of state, but maybe monarch means something quite different in the realm of butterflies, surely it does. in the sense of living by their own sensibilities maybe they are all monarchs in a socialist way, heads of no state, living by their own lights. wanderer would seem a more apt name, for they seem to wander with a purpose like we may dream of doing, and in our own heads do, as we follow them with our own lights and the wandering light they make.

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