DOWN IN A HOLE

a butterfly
flaps its beautiful wings
fragile like dust
careless like wind

dancing,singing
floating around

a butterfly
seduces the daffodils
a butterfly
up high in the clouded hills

and the daffodils unroot

dancing,spinning
floating around


when they are done with one flower they go to the next one
the flower’s pedals start to fall

spring fever is over
and the butterflies are gone.