September 5, 2013

Spring water seeps down the bluffs and leaks onto the walking trail, forming shallow mud puddles. Then the mud dries, and pools of dirt remain. Yesterday, I saw one of those pools move, like electrons inside an atom, random and swirling. When I got to the pool,fifty or so male purple hairstreak butterflies the size of nail heads, their wing tops hued like concord grapes, were doing a dust dance in a spotlight of sun.They swarmed my shoe and sucked at my ankle. Did they send separate winds out to the greater world? silent, frenzied, sapid, miraculous.

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