butterfly

pretty it perched on the aromatic vine

a stranger told me the story of a time

too short to be long but as long as the rest

all you can possibly do is your best

tear drops in patterns amongst your wing

I never could be such a beautiful thing

to think of your capacity

for wondering likewise of me

mesmerized by your motion, calm

I wished to hold you in my palm

but before I could, you flew away

I'll meet a new stranger another day