When you escape
For a few hours,
Even a few,
You want to say
Your life’s more real
In this rare place.
Here’s where you write
And take pictures.
Now why would you
Misrepresent
Your time like that?
This solitude
In the forest
Of butterflies—
This isn’t you.
You? Who needs you?
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