Lepidoptera Pilgrims

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They flick from flower onto flower, ways

And ways, but as a broken way of flicks

And flutters, flickering through religious days;

Or, if as moths that flounder with their ticks

To zigzag right and left, with flapping zooms

(With softly floating zoom) they move through night

Believing this, believing that, saints’ rooms

To sacred rooms, they follow sacred flight.

When they can sing, they psalm, these winging souls.

When they can pray, they chant and bow and fold

Their wings and settle on their sacred goals,

Believing in a born again grand fold.

A chrysalis cocoon they build and pause

Like folded angel wings in hopeful aeropause.

© Phillip Whidden