Continuing Miranda’s story..
I met him at the butterfly house
in the zoo.
I remember butterflies
settling all around him
drawing attention to his presence.
He was so still.
A small girl, with a rainbow hat,
watched the scene
but she giggled and jumped
– the butterflies scattered.
Delighted at their flight
she grabbed her mother’s hand
and they moved on to follow the butterflies
further into the enclosure.
But my eyes could not;
they remained on the still man
who seemed to remain in a sublime moment.
He blinked and then
looked straight towards me.
I blushed
to be captured staring
which was not something
I normally did so indiscreetly.
A smile settled in his face
and he said ‘Whenever I come here I remember home.’
this was our opening .
I would usually have brushed such a greeting away
as I liked to keep to myself
when…
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