Domino

These aching suspicions wave abstract
toward my field of vision.

A butterfly breaking free from cacoon,
never shocked to see wings
but still curious about the New
Flutters until speed picks up and
the wind kisses the closest
domino she sees.

I plead
the 5th. Foregone are careless rantings.
If only
for the glory of esteem restored,
it doesn't feel wrong to
want more.