Spent

[tigrflye]

So I'm watchin' these two butterflies
Not big ones, like Monarchs
These ones are quarter size, yellow, and they're dancin' through the air - cut ones
in a tango, kung fu, copulatin' kinda way I picture ninja sex - nice

The longer I watch, the less I remember being tied to earth by thoughts of
rising gas prices
widowed mother
looming nuclear war
imminent terrorist attack
terminated tumescence
next years drought
and such
this is my least favorite stanza. I like "the longer I watch, the less I remember"
And then I would rather less lists and more personal images. Or perhaps just "the longer I watch, the less I remember."

Up, down, circling, colliding, caressing-
all the while being drifted about by the breeze
over the grass, over the asphalt I like the movement. I like "caressing". I get an image of their wings fluttering together

Then a car comes by and WHAM!
they're gone. Capital T. ?
Off for the ride of their life on a Hyundai bumper


But for a moment I was no longer a man cut the "but"?
I was a third butterfly, invisible and free

Now I stand here, molted by a machine
and hoping it was good for them

It was good for me I really like the ending. It made me smile, even after the butterflies just got pulverized

I have come back to read this poem several times. I am actually surprised I haven't commented before. I like the little journey this poem takes me on. I'm not sure about the title though.
Thanks,
Jenn