A fingerprint of light
nestles in the shadows between cracks
of the slats of wood that mark
A boundary. The marker of territory
And into that imposter, that insouciant glow
alights a butterfly. All white
A peace envoy
Settling for an instant in that pool
before leaving like a ghost
into the alphabet of space
around that zone
And away again unknowingly
into some imagined intolerance
all the while oblivious
Content to carry
that white flag flapping
in perpetual hope.
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