Photo by Wibowo Djatmiko, a Wikipedia contributor.
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tiny yellow butterfly left traces of itself on my windshield
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tiny yellow butterfly
floating, flitting, fanning by
freely frolicks in the sun
ping!
against my windshield
yellow powder came undone
talcum on the glass window
powdered shield – I feel so low
yellow dust from tiny wings
tells a tale on speeding things
tempered glass and stainless steel
cruising in my death mobile
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Diane Henders
/ September 9, 2012I always feel guilty about hitting butterflies and bees and dragonflies. They’re just out doing their daily grocery shopping, and bang. I have to admit I take perverse pleasure in nailing a swarm of mosquitos, though. Guess I get a little defensive when I’m the “groceries”.
CMStewart
/ September 9, 2012Yes, this poem was based on a true story. I was verklempt. The only bugs I wish death on are flies. My fear of them borders on phobia.