Jason Visconti

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The Orphan

Butterflies are sweeter than he for they belong to a color,
a rainbow's smear that fractures the air,
a restless adventure calling for your cupping hands,
beauty's manifesto worded in their wings,
an ebb and flow where orphans cannot stand.

I first discovered my love for poetry upon losing my mother at a young age and needing a way to express myself. Decades later, it remains my passion.