Butterfly Blues

Beautiful butterfly
spreading her kaleidoscope
of colors. So glorious
is her heavenly arraignment.
None ever questioned
if returning to the cocoon
would be more desirable
or if the bracing breezes
wound her colorful garments.
None notice the droop
of her head –
the only area unadorned.
None ever think
she has the right to hide –
but one day she is gone.
They forget, and when
next a butterfly crosses
their path, they only say
“she is back”
rather than
“where did the other go?”

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