Monarch


She floats on trembling wings,
Of solemn gold and tangerine.
In the dusty cornflower sky, painted
By the cotton plants and buttonwood.

Touching down with wistful air,
Never steady, never there. She is
A queen, a monarch, a ruler of
Hibiscus bush and seagrape tree.

I hope that soon she’ll visit me,
Drifting on that lazy breeze, outside
My window when I need her most,
Her and the flaming colors she boasts.

And when the days turn short and dark,
I remember her, in that summer park,
Among the flowers that will never die,
A beautifully brilliant butterfly.

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