And When Some Of The Butterflies Come And Flutter

and when some of the butterflies come fluttering
over my sweet scented jasmines in my garden

i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun
and the enlightenment from the great Pan
and ask what is there left for me to do
the right solution so i may not be also blue

shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal
or shall i open more the colors of my petal
or shall i choose but be one brittle metal?

a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies
intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says:

hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals,
go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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