butterflies made me
blissful with the beating of
my excitement
for the reason they
keep me on the verge
of anything that
could have been.


a butterfly ran,
rather flew away
with all the pollen
that a bee should have;
instead it took it
all away.


you, still fantasizing
for that single butterfly to come back.
but it will, only be back
when the pollens
are ready to be taken
for granted.