Freckled skin is seen
between these fluttering wings,
the wonder in her glass green eyes
...a child's wonder...
dazzles this mid-June sun.
Monarchs have gathered,
becoming thick like thunder clouds
that have lost their way,
she speaks and a butterfly song
is carried in the whoosh
of passing dandelion seeds.
White blond hair in pigtail braids
whips about her head as she turns
in every direction at once,
a frenzied observation
of natural life.
Finally she is still, not a hint
of adult fear as they alight
on outstretched palms
and on the brim of a straw hat
...her grandfathers... who watches
this transaction of life and learning
from a back porch swing, humming;
steal me away on your butterfly wings
take me to where the stars sing
take me away to candy mountains
and youth infused fountains
The girl's legs find the ability
to move once more setting her off
on a grounded flight across
this freshly mowed field, its sweet smell
forever remembered with every sight
of these delicate creatures.
Towards an another generations
open arms, her heart beating
in awe of the butterflies.
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