Butterfly

I heard a story just the other day.

A butterfly flapped her wings

deep in the bamboo forest.

Apparently she cause a hurricane –

In Mozambique.

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He wrote a poem of love and loss

rolled it and sealed it into a bottle

then cast it to the heaving sea.

She read it on a wind-swept beach –

Somewhere near Galilee.

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I plucked a rose in autumn’s eve

a warmth it brought into my life,

when chills were hard to keep at bay.

It’s warmth soon failed and colour left –

I buried it in Yandanooka.

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He hit her once or twice, early on.

It soon became her cross to bear

through years of servitude.

She slipped a knife between his ribs –

Hidden in bustling Calcutta.

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This life, we choose it every day

and make of it, all that we can.

This freedom gives us many things;

Do we always consider the child –

Asleep in Pensacola.