On Transitions

Is it the loss you feel
Or the fear of this society
The one that paints rooms in blue
and pink hues
Puts people in boxes
For safety and comfort

If you do not fear loss
Throw some milk weed in the garden
Watch as the seasons shift
From dark to light
From winter to spring
And ask the monarch
As it soars in the wind
If the caterpillar is to be feared.

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