Butterfly Poem, cica 1990’s

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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  1. I 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”. 🙂

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    • Yes, 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.

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