Butterfly Poets
~Butterfly Poets~
I long so to be a butterfly.
But wondered, do they get frightened
when it thunders?
Where do these slight things go in
a tornado?
Where do they hide when it rains?
Moreover, how do they find a mate?
Only a creative poet thinks such things.
Our minds, so magical, in truth they
actually have spiritual wings.
You can fly to the historic past!
Or in the magic of the preseny...be.
Ah! You lovely monarch you!
Sprinkling streaming stars of eternity.
All over blessed humanity!
6/28/2021
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