BUTTERFLY’S FLIGHT
-For Jen
There it is, almost on cue
Scratching a flight path
Like an angry signature
It’s former self discarded
It’s tissued-wings beating
Like my heart
When thoughts of you
Will not settle
When I unpick stitches between us
Let roam the predators
Through the turnstiles of chaos
Until, almost on cue
The garden sings it’s lullaby
In blades and shades of green
Every note sidling-up
Lingering after-touch
Easing the butterfly’s flight
To the buddleia, where it settles
It’s wings lightly pressed together
Like a pair of hands in pray
Oh, Michael. Such a poignant poem, with such original and memorable images: flight path like an angry signature, wings pressed together like a pair of hands in prayer... And the way you weave loss and tenderness through it so masterfully and take us through the chaos out to a resting place of peace on the buddleia. Beautiful!
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