Poetry by Betty Farber
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A teenager crosses East 61st Street
With a white butterfly Circling around his head. He opens his hand Palm up, not to catch it But to give the creature A large landing field. A white-haired lady Crossing alongside him Notices the butterfly And smiles at a memory, “Yesterday, one landed on my shoulder and stayed there for an hour.” They both smile in shared wonder At the city’s surprises.
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AuthorBetty Farber lives in New York City. She is a great-grandmother of six. Archives
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