Brothers with Single Lenses or with Multiple Lenses

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I had three.  Two of them were dragonflies,

And one a flitting butterfly.  The two

Sat down with certainty; each found his prize

And settled back no matter how winds blew

To that one place just like a dragonfly

Returns to just one perch.  They had their kids

And wives and didn’t have a floating eye

To other women.  One, though, on the skids

Testosterone provided had to be

A butterfly who zigzagged every way

To every flower.  He thought that he was free

But he was always going, gone astray.

  These all had wings.  The dragonflies were mild.

    The butterfly went harum-scarum wild.

© Phillip Whidden