micropoem for the day: butterflies

Yesterday morning I was out on the back porch, watching out for my Russian Blue, Little Bear. The back yard seemed so empty. No birds. Well, maybe a few crows making their noise. They’ve been especially noisy this year. The flowers weren’t showing their peeps yet either. As I sat there, I came upon a Derek Walcott poem, “A Lesson for This Sunday”. A wonderful poem. There was a particular line in it that inspired this micropoem. Of a butterfly, Walcott writes, “She is herself a thing of summery light.” I looked around me. I missed the butterflies that I had not missed before I read the poem. A poem can do that, you know.

butterflies bobbing
flower to flower
can you hear them sing?

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