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as we floated
over the high desert in
New Mexico the color splayed
out like river deltas and sunshine
collected in the hairs of our arms
so high were we that Sandia Peak
couldn't graze the bottom of our
gondola. Then we saw it. A
wee butterfly lost on the
updrafts! Trying to
catch it I almost
fell out of the
\&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; \&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; /&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; /
\&nbsp;&nbsp; \&nbsp;&nbsp; /&nbsp;&nbsp; /
gondola
all I saw
was a flit



of wing
and she was gone.