A Migration of Butterflies

Would the waves take me away
from the sorrow of life’s pain
along the crest we could fly
like the flitting migration of butterflies

Beyond the milky way
beside the gulf coast shore
its freckled sparkling light
as if never seen before

Time has ceased upon this
corner of earth
and we are sentenced to it
yet never pardon us from this moment

The only passing of minutes
by the slow descent of the sun
and the dance of insect wings
never coming undone.

3 Comments

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3 responses to “A Migration of Butterflies

  1. ron

    cause butterflies are free

  2. Debra Marrs

    As I read your poem, Jen, I heard a soft rap cadence bouncing along the words too. Lovely phrasings and message. Keep writing!

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