Tom Sterner writes and shoots

~butterfly poet~

~it finally arrived~

~that day words wouldn’t come~

~the empty feeling refused to go~

~he tore his hand~

~from the glove of his mind~

~watched his imagination~

~those minute remnants left~

~dribble onto the notebook~

~a blot pattern blood ink~

~he wrote an ode to the butterfly:

~whose wings of earth~

~& feet of sky~

~an invitation to glory~

~the likes of which I~

~see sun through each~

~a fluttering~

~land~

~beautiful~

~mute~

~you are so much &~

~expect so little~

~you are at peace while I~

~envy you heaven~

~that fair bit of sky~