The Flat Footed

Butterflies were so much more glamorous in conversation---

seriously

They had nothing to offer except the thought of a unicorn

and a pleasantville

and a utopia that never existed

They were frail and brokenwinged

and brokenhearted---

Life had gotten to them---

just as it had the best of us

bested us

And they were limp

and sullied

and silly in their wishful thinking that they could

soar

---just like those silly rabbits and their tricks