The Impatience of the Rubber Plant

The journey Butterfly flew shall be
procrastinated for a few mugs of moons
as it is far more expedient and prudent
to fast-forward the action to

the paradise beautification
and upkeep main office foyer, where
Butterfly barely managed to squeeze through
the sliding door whose glasses were thick

which was a blessing for Butterfly
since the buzzer built in the brick
required far more muscle than
a butterfly should be expected to have,

but Butterfly’s close calls were far from done
due to the high-powered air conditioner
system so Butterfly shivered and swore this
was all mad. That’s when Rubber Plant did its psst.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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