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What do you have to teach me?
What do you have to teach me? I asked the chrysalis hanging Firm from the Iris’s green blade long and wide. I kneel in the dirt eye level with its Gold sparkle rim Magnificent Three gems Shimmer at the bottom— I stare And wait And listen. And watch. She hangs— No movement Only from the breeze Still— Trusting Her time will come I’m patient as a stone What do you have to teach me? I whispered this time Maybe she is asleep I wonder When will she arrive? I wonder How will it happen? A burst of orange Wings unfolding Or a small slit so she can peek out of her sanctuary I’m patient as a stone