A Time of Butterflies
From the milk weed fields
Outside of town
I watch small rugs
Of reds, browns and blacks
Slowly make their way
Across the road
A thousand legs
Simultaneously striking the ground
Going somewhere
From someplace unknown
It’s the march of the caterpillars
This is a time of transformation
A time of change
Soon
They will be out of sight
Carpets running into the woods
Fading into the countryside
Someday soon I’ll return
To watch the beauty of nature
Dance in the milkweed fields
Sometime soon
I will come to see
A time of the butterflies
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