There’s a butterfly
In the garden.
I saw it lite on
My lilac bush
Hush!
Don’t move quickly
I want to watch it
Sip the dew.
It’s wing tips are the color of my marigolds
Growing in the borders of the Italian garden under the pines.
A breeze ripples through the Basil.
A chunk of ice clinks against my glass
The dog barks
And he’s gone.
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