Butterfly Wings, a story poem
I was lost in a collage of lilies, roses, and weeds, A field drifting toward freedom as, forgotten, Flowers were left to fulfill wild aspirations. I saw a scarlet butterfly perch on the tip of a blooming lily. Petals and wings were open, showing twin patterns Of color and shape and negative space. I saw you across the glamour and pollen, Standing on a path … Continue reading Butterfly Wings, a story poem

