Little Yellow Butterflies
Little yellow butterflies
smaller than a dime
I wanted conversation
but you didn't have the time
I saw you in the meadow
tasting clover and sweet grass
your paper wings beat faster
as you flew from my harass
I watched you half an hour
‘cause I had nowhere to go
while the sun beat down around us
in the midday ever glow
then I chased you to the sidewalk
where my afternoon began
and I said 'Let Peace be with you'
as I waved a goodbye hand
poem by Sara Fielder
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