What Astonishes Me

beyond words
this astonishes me:

despite the drought
when all the grasses turn brown

when the road gets too dusty
with just a bike moving

passing through
a path where feet are tired

there is this wild resistant
flower blooming amidst

the ruins of the season
a white butterfly hovers on

no one notices it
except myself

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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