by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Where are you?
as silk butterflies
press themselves
into lilacs,
black ones
and bronzes too.
Where are you?
as cosmic storms
rage across the universe
throwing tides of uncertainty
into galaxies.
Where are you?
as I leave sweet-water
for hummingbirds
in a still,
parched land.
What will it matter?
Everything.
Nothing.
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