Dedicated to Diane O'Donnell
Madam Butterfly
by denny
A short time after I first met her
I was walking along a street in town
and came upon a Monarch butterfly
sitting on the sidewalk.
I took it up - it scarcely fluttered.
Where should I take it for safety,
away from hasty feet and rough hands?
We went through the hot streets together,
it lay trustingly in my hand,
awkwardly I shielded it from the wind.
At last I found a scrap of green grass
to place the stranger, and silently took leave.
It was not her soul
I knew that dwelled in the mountains;
yet she spoke to me
in the brightly colored wings,
an apparition on the sidewalk
whose need took me further then
I had thought to walk, was a word,
an emanation from her,
"I know that we shall be friends."
by denny
A short time after I first met her
I was walking along a street in town
and came upon a Monarch butterfly
sitting on the sidewalk.
I took it up - it scarcely fluttered.
Where should I take it for safety,
away from hasty feet and rough hands?
We went through the hot streets together,
it lay trustingly in my hand,
awkwardly I shielded it from the wind.
At last I found a scrap of green grass
to place the stranger, and silently took leave.
It was not her soul
I knew that dwelled in the mountains;
yet she spoke to me
in the brightly colored wings,
an apparition on the sidewalk
whose need took me further then
I had thought to walk, was a word,
an emanation from her,
"I know that we shall be friends."
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