in those streets, amid the honking
and blaring, shouts and cries
a butterfly
attracted by the yellow
lane lines
thinks there is sustenance,
it floats
downward
like an autumn leave
ignoring traffic noise
the homeless woman who mutters
and raises a fist
skyward
with it’s sole purpose
it’s singular attraction
the monarch
flutters between zooming cars
oblivious to danger
until it is close enough
to realize
this yellow is no flower
no matter, rising
it looks for a resting
place, lands on the woman’s
shoulder
momentarily.
and she is silenced, though
lips move
a prayer
of gratitude.
This poem by Laurie Zupan is mesmerizing in its imagery and haunting. I take something away with me of this and I thank you for that. What a wonderful poetry blog!
Beautifully crafted. Laurie Zupan style and class at its best. Draws you in and captures you.
Beautiful…
I loved the image this poem created for me and the reminder to observe the fleeting bits of beauty amid the chaos. Thanks Laurie
I love this. Where else can I find your poetry?
I liked this poem very much. The contrast between the ethereal butterfly and the gritty downtown was very skillfully evoked. Do you have more from this poet? I couldn’t find any of her other work in the archives.
I have seen you on those streets
Once I lit upon your shoulder
I’ve since fluttered to another place
one day softly to return
Don’t you proof read?
I love the journey of this poem. My gratitude to the poet for sharing this.